but someone has to play with it.
When I was growing up with my two sisters, Leasa and Dava, we lived on a farm. There are several things on the farm we had plenty of, space and mud. We played all over our land and all over the neighbors’ lands, we didn’t care. We also played with the mud.
Out back we had an old meat house that was no longer in use and we used it as our bakery. The three of us were chefs and made enormous mud cakes. Several layers! Mine were always the best, of course. We would raise them up high so all could admire them. So many ooos and awwwws. 😀 Once I lifted my seven layer beauty up to be admired and when I brought it back down, the top layer was gone! It stuck to the ceiling. lol We pried it off and put it back in its place of glory.
Want to know what made our mud cakes so admired by all (all were just the three of us)? It was the real chicken eggs we used to make our mix. That’s right, a good baker knows to use fresh ingredients in their cakes. We stopped using real chicken eggs, when we cracked open a rotten one. A good baker also knows when to stop using real eggs. 😉
Yes, we love mud.
Fast forward many few years, to when I had a 20 month old #1 Pea. She was outside playing, in the mud of course. I had to bring her in to change her diaper. She was angry. She wiggled and squirmed and finally said, “I UNT DIRT!”.
Fast forward many a few more years to when #1 Pea is ten. TEN! She still loves her dirt.
She makes things with it. Like mud huts.
Mud eggs, but I’m sure she would use real eggs if we had the chickens.
She even has her sister involved. This is a mud cake and cookies.
Not only did #1 Pea get her sister in on this dirty job, she also has the neighborhood friends involved. I know the mom just loves me.
Since we no longer live on a farm, where is all this mud coming from? From our front yard, of course!
This is all my sisters’ fault!