Dirt Cake-Part 1

About ten years ago our family lived in a little town in Mississippi.  We were a part of a little church family.

As is the tradition in many churches in the south you have different times of enjoying fellowship together after worship time.   More often than not it is a pot-luck type meal.  Everyone brings something.  You put it all together and let everyone dig in.

There was a woman at our church (Susan) who made dirt cake every time we had a meal together.  It was awesome.  On more than one occasion I saw people start their meal time at the dessert section just to make sure they had some of her dirt cake.  Our kids loved it.  It was made with pudding and mashed up Oreos.  Who wouldn't like that?

We mentioned, in a previous blog, that before my parents got here we bought some flowers to spruce things up a little.  We also bought some black dirt.

Rex and Lucky love the black dirt and love to dig up the flowers.  It's been a losing battle in trying to save the flowers.  Every day we get to sweep up more black dirt and dead plants from their digging.  Let's just say the discipline isn't working so far.  We keep reminding ourselves that they are puppies.

Anyway, this week Giovanni made his own dirt cake but I don't think he used the same recipe as Susan.

I love the little black hands, the dirt hand print on the side of his face, and his reaction after eating his version of dirt cake and realizing that Brasilian Oreos taste different than American Oreos.

(p.s.  Thanks for your prayers.  Dad made it home safely.)