Classic Pig Pickin’ Cake Recipe: A Southern Sunshine Dessert Favorite

If you’ve spent time in the South — especially at church potlucks, family reunions, or Sunday dinners

— chances are you’ve encountered the sweet, citrusy delight known as Pig Pickin’ Cake.

Despite the name, this cake contains no pork. Instead, it earned its name because it was traditionally served at Southern pig roasts or “pig pickins,”

where guests would enjoy roasted pork followed by a refreshing, fruit-forward dessert like this.

What makes Pig Pickin’ Cake truly irresistible is its light,

fluffy texture combined with the bright flavors of mandarin oranges and crushed pineapple.

The base cake is rich yet airy, and the frosting — made with whipped topping, pineapple, and vanilla pudding — is cool, creamy, and just the right amount of sweet.

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