Mud Pies

Yesterday? No, Sunday. On Sunday, my friend Rose and I were talking about how great it was when we were nine and we made all those fantastic foods out of poisonous berries and chocolate cake and brownies and whatnot.

So we decided to do that again. Just for fun, you know, old time's sake. So we started out my making up the batter for chocolate cake, and making stew. We chipped bark off a tree for stew meat, and we added dirt, grass, flowers, onions, ant piles, and other things. It was a lovely stew.

Then Rose began to shape our chocolate cake. A small, round, beautiful chocolaty brown cake. I made the glaze, a shade lighter, and runnier, than the cake itself. We poured my wonderful glaze on the wonderful cake, and it looked FANTASTIC. But it needed some unchocolaty goodness. So we added a ring of white, flowery sprigs. Then it needed something in the center. So I had the brilliant idea of a star made from the leftover batter. We placed it in the middle, and in the middle of the star we stuck a single, tiny white flower.


Our cake was by far the best and most beautiful thing ever made from dirt, water, and flowers.