Pot Pies, Moon Pies and Mud Pies

We didn't have much money when we were growing up in the country but we never lacked for food. As a matter of fact, we raised pigs at one time. I didn't know I was actually eating those little pigs I use to play with or I probably wouldn't love country ham and bacon so much today. Another thing I used to love to eat was those little "pot pies" that you put in a real oven, not a microwave. I'd always eat the crust from around that little aluminum pan first, then I'd dig into the middle. You had to be careful or you'd burn your tongue off. I would usually have a little pile of carrots to the side of my plate because I'd dig around inside of it to get the carrots out. I didn't like cooked carrots. The last "pot pie" I ate, about a year ago, came from a microwave. I should of dug around in the middle of it to get the carrots out , like I used to, so it would cool down some. Instead, I flopped myself down on the couch with my "pot pie" sitting on top my belly, half lying down and watching TV. My focus should of been on that pot pie because I forgot about the middle being so hot. I popped a spoonful into my mouth and it immediately stuck to my tongue and lips. What I did get spit out landed on my chest. I still have a scar from that dang "pot pie." I don't eat pot pies anymore.
I never was a fan of "Moon Pies." Actually, I'd rather eat cat food. But to hear some of my dad's stories, EVERYONE LOVED MOON PIES when he was growing up. My husband even liked moon pies when he was young, as long as he had an RC Cola to go with it. I've never tried to find out exactly what those things are made of but I'm sure "cardboard" is the first ingredient. Must be an acquired taste!
Now "Mud Pies" have a whole different taste than moon pies. Those are the kind of pies my sister and I used to make. We'd play "kitchen" for hours. We didn't have those "real" play kitchens so we made our own. We'd pile up cut grass then spread it out in little straight lines and in to square blocks, kind of like a checker board but with less squares. Each square was a room in our "play" house. We made our mud pies in the kitchen, of course. We used the aluminum pie pans from the garden to mix our mud in for our delicious mud pies that we made from....Oh My Gosh.....I'm hoping we didn't use the mud from the pig pen! Even if we did, we really ate those mud pies. Of course we spit them out as fast as I spit out that pot pie. But at least we didn't get burnt.
If it ever comes down to me having to choose one of these pies in the future, I'll go with the "cardboard." At least it won't taste like pig slop and it sure won't burn me! Maybe I'll never have to choose between a pot pie, a moon pie or a mud pie!!! I'm hoping not!