I remember mud pies as a kid.  I helped my cousins every now and then and we would fix mud pies any time we had a big family get together.  Well, fast forward a few years and here I am, a dad of a wonderful 3 year old who loves playing in the mud.  So the other day, after a rain that was enough to soak the ground, we went out to play.  She found the “perfect” mud puddle and asked me to join her.  It had been 40 plus years since I just played in the mud so I have to admit, it felt a little weird at first but once I felt the squishiness of the mud, I threw caution to the wind and we went whole hog playing and baking.  However she did not want to make mud pies, she wanted to make mud meatballs.  So, OK, how do we do that baby girl?  She explained to me how we got a big handful of mud, squeezed out the water, and then lay the patty of mud off to the side.  We probably made 20 mud meatballs then cooked them and ate them.  She said they were delicious.  I’m not sure how good they were, but I know that’s a day I will remember for a long time.  And she gladly posed for a pic of her bit of dirt covered tongue afterward.

Fletch