No, I have not gone completely nuts! I am not feeding my kids dirt, intentionally anyway. I did however stumble upon an old memory and set out to reincarnate it. I have very fond memories of my Nanny (the name my cousins and I called our grandmother) bringing a certain dessert to all the church potlucks. She would pull a stool over to the counter and let me help her crush, mix, and scoop. Then she prepared its final presentation carefully and quite creatively. It was always the first thing to run out-you had to be at the front of the line if you wanted any!