New Recipe for Cool Aid

Remember me telling you about lunch at my grandma's on Sundays when I was little?  Had to have my red plate, potatoes, and cool aid!  Yum, yum.  One Sunday it was lunch as normal until my uncle and father decided to show their horns.


We were all sitting at the table when I took my first drink of cool aid, but to my surprise it wasn't cool aid.  Hello beet juice!  Yep, that's right, the rascals had traded my grape cool aid for beet juice.  Let's just say I can't even look at a beet now without getting their horrible taste in my mouth.


Grandma's poor white antique tablecloth....