Beyond mud pies….

I have many beautiful childhood memories, but one of my most favourite ones is making mud pies with my little brother.

Truth is, it went beyond making mud pies.  We would dig massive holes in my mami’s garden and make huge mud cakes.  We would then decorate these culinary “masterpieces” with flowers, grass, sticks or anything we could get our little muddy hands on.  We spent what seemed like hours “baking and selling cakes”.

How can a little dirt and some water bring so much enjoyment to two little mischievous children?  I would have to think as a child in order to understand.

My mami understood and that is what is most amazing to me.  She did not scold or scream or even give us a ‘mommy look’.  She just generously ‘bought’ our cakes and helped us get us cleaned up when we were done.

I believe that to be the perfect recipe for a beautiful memory: a mixture of love and understanding.

That is what I’m striving for….to get the recipe just right….