Revolutionary Games
I miss playing with mud. Now mud disgusts me; it ruins my day. There was a time I could not be happier if it rained. Rain meant mud and mud was the fuel that ignited our imagination and led us to unpredictable places.
From plain getting dirty to building complex pottery items or architectural structures, mud brought joy and trouble to all of us. Games were never more fun; never mind we’d all get spanked after smearing our clothes beyond repair.
Some of the games were relatively harmless. Now that I think about it, those games, usually promoted by girls, were visionary anticipations of what modern cooking looks like. When we were under strong supervision or there were not many boys to run around, girls would suggest playing cooking. That meant making fake food from whatever we had available in the yard, mostly mud!
We procured all kinds of leaves to serve as vegetables, ham, or meat depending on their color. We’d also procure some special mud that produced a viscous liquid that resembled a shake. The menu could be as wild as fish soup with chocolate cake, or mixed salad with chocolate pudding.
We were ok with food that did not look like food and we would make up the tastes. The Adam apple happens to be an excellent substitute for the digestive system.
Now we see cakes that are made without flour, eggs, or sugar; meat that does not come from any animal; or milk that does not come from any traditional source (plant or animal). I think that our crazy mud food games anticipated the crazy possibilities of the human imagination, even when it comes to something so basic and natural as food!
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MUD PIE. You can see the details hereThis was my entry to @mariannewest, @felt.buzz, and @latino.romano’s 5-Minute Daily Freewrite: Sunday Prompt:
Make sure you visit the Freewrite House!!!
We do like to play with our food.