It was fast approaching my first born's third birthday and I asked her what she wanted me to fix for her birthday dinner.
"Tickle beets!" she shouted. "Tickle beets!"
"You mean 'pickled beets'? I asked.
"No, tickle beets be'tuz they are pink like my cheeks when you tickle me."
I couldn't argue with that!
Grandmother's Pickled Beets