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Old-School column: Mud-slinging

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by CAROL McEWEN, for the Sun Gazette

My all-time favorite pastime as a little kid was making mud pies, those delectable treats fed to imaginary friends at tea parties in my sandbox.

I liked the whole routine. First I had to scrounge through ash pits (see my column of Feb. 4) for baking dishes of various sizes. I favored coffee-tin lids, since they were the perfect depth and the rims prevented spillage.

Ingredients came next: sand and/or dirt, mixed with water from the backyard hose and stirred with a stick.

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After pouring the mix into their “baking pans,” I’d carefully sit them in the sun to bake.

As I grew more accomplished, I made fancier ones. A sweet-pea bush clung to one of Mother’s clothesline posts. So I’d pick its blooms and decorate my pies with them – sometimes in a straight line like snowman buttons, but other times, randomly scattered. (Supply determined the design.)

One day, as my teenage older sister took out the trash, she checked on my efforts. Marge: “So how’s the baking going, Carol?” Me: “Great! Wanna bite?” Ever the smart aleck, I offered her one, smiling wryly. Marge: “Don’t mind if I do!” SHE TOOK A BITE and walked on with the trash.

It’s a good thing flies weren’t bad that day. I’d have caught several with my 5-year-old gaping mouth.

For years, my big sis let me believe she had actually EATEN that thing, instead of spitting it into the garbage. See why I was in awe of her??

As my baking skills progressed, I eventually opened a Mud Pie Bakery and enlisted neighborhood kids to help.

Gwennie’s garage abutted the “bakery,” so it was our storefront. She chose the salesperson job, pulling rank as the store owner. Other neighborhood kids were our customers, while Johnny and Jimmy delivered the goods in their vehicles. Meanwhile, Johnny’s sister Susie and I whipped up pies as fast as we could in “the back of the house.”

Luckily, we had baked ahead to meet the demand, since we couldn’t crank up the temp on the sun. Thus began my life as a baker.

Those mud pies bring back Old School fond memories involving no phones, no video games and not a single computer. Go figure.

A resident of Arlington for 40+ years, Carol McEwen sells real estate when she’s not imparting deep insights or sparkling wit in this column. Reach her at carolwrites4fun@gmail.com.

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