Tortillitas Mud

I remember one of my passions when I was little was cooking. I remember one afternoon where Mom went down to the ground floor with my cousin and I started cooking omelettes mud. It was a square cement bench beside her a faucet, I remember down all the necessary utensils to play, pots, plates, glasses. The land next to little spot was always muddy which helped with my omelettes mud. When the time came up was a big problem, because it was full of mud from head to toe and of course I had left my trail with footprints all over the building and even in the house. My mom wanted to kill me, but never forbade me to play again kitchenette.