Sometimes the best toys you can play with are the ones you find. These were salvaged down in the woods. When I was a girl we had a few broken dishes and the rest was up to our imagination. My sister and I would forage for wooden "chicken" and we could fix a mean bowl of weed soup. Now, when my girls come to me and ask me to sample their fine cuisine, I have a nostalgic urge to hunt for chicken, sift some dirt for flour and hang my soup pot over my open fire.