Well, for most children.
Okay, for me.
That dangled 'apple' that entices obedience. Or commands respect.
And, growing up in the 50's, I had my favourites. Oh, the floors my Mom could get me to sweep, all on the promise of one delicious treat.
The dishes washed the bathrooms scrubbed with the prospect of yet another sweet, tasty . . . something.
And what 'somethings' there were. Chocolate in its myriad forms. Bubble gum. Wax sticks with sweet, tasty juice inside. Suckers.
But nothing quite compared to Lik-M-Aid.
The ads said it all, 'The Candy You Could Pour'.
Eating it was simplicity in itself. You didn't even need utensils. Caveman forebears would have easily been able to figure it out. You ripped open one end. Wet your finger, dipped it in.
And voila!
Tastiness.
The fact that your finger and your tongue ended up the same colour – blue, red, purple – was just a bonus. We connoisseurs could easily spot one another, too, by our discoloured pointer finger.
An added bonus.
It was like a club. (All Lik-M-Aid aficionados point to the sky!)
The only problem was that the end was too near the beginning. Within five minutes of ripping open that wonderful little bag of enjoyment, one was . . . ummm . . . licking the last.
And staring forlornly at the empty wrapper.
Sigh!
But I was undaunted. If the Lik-M-Aid was gone, one simply had to . . . substitute.
Hmm. Mom had packets of Kool-Aid in the cupboard. I had seen them. I had watched her pour them into a pitcher, add water and voila! Deliciousness.
Kool-Aid? Lik-M-Aid? Are we seeing similarities here?
I had a hazy recollection of something else being added to the cool-aid before it was poured out, but paying attention to insignificant details had never been my strong suit.
I headed for the kitchen.
I should probably point out here that finding the kitchen without Mom in residence was . . . tricky, yet I managed it on several occasions.
I was a sneaky little monkey.
I know. I heard Mom say it quite often.
Back to my story . . .
I waited until she headed towards the basement. A-ha! The coast was clear!
I stole into the kitchen, went immediately to her stash of Kool-Aid, and grabbed a purple pouch.
Mmm. Grape. My favourite.
Expertly, I ripped off the top, stuck in my finger and . . . tasted.
Yuck!
What was this stuff?
Someone had poured something different into this pouch. Disguised it as Kool-Aid to fool poor unsuspecting little kids.
The nerve.
I sneaked another one. Cherry this time. Surely it would be better.
Rip. Taste.
Yuck!
Lemon.
Rip . . . you get the picture.
I have no idea how she did it, but Mom was always able to come upon me unexpectedly.
I think she had 'ninja' blood.
“Diane!”
I dropped a packet of strawberry to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
I looked down at the . . . let's just call it 'several' discarded packets of cool-aid, then back at her.
Was that a trick question? “Umm . . . I thought it was Lik-M-Aid.”
“Well, it's not!”
Okay, yeah, I was starting to notice.
“Clean this up!”
I stared in dismay at the mess.
Mom sighed and helped me.
Mom was the soul of frugal. I guess the fact that the powder was slightly used really wasn't important. I watched as she poured all the Kool-Aid powder together into a container and capped it tightly.
It made really neat little lines of colour.
Huh. Kool.
Then she put it away. Out of reach.
I didn't point out to her that her belated caution was unnecessary. That stuff really tasted awful.
Her Kool-Aid was safe with me.
Unless mixed with that delicious 'something' that made it so . . . drinkable.
Hmm. Water. Was that the magic ingredient? Maybe the Kool-Aid was worth another try . . .
I'd like to tell you that that was the last of my experiments.
But I'd be lying.
Candy floss and dust bunnies and I also have a history.
P.S. Several of my grandchildren have also tried this experiment. According to their individual results: It was yukky.
Tang. Tang is the answer. We used to buy jars of tang, wet our fingers and eat it the same way as your Lik-M-Aid. Wish I had known you back then, I would have shared the secret!
ReplyDeleteTang! Of course! It might have even been good that way.
DeleteMom always diluted it to make it go further. Tang. Shudder . . .
Never heard of Lik-m-aid, but they sound an awful lot like the Pixie Sticks we had here. I was never really a fan----chocolate was (and is) my Kryptonite.
ReplyDeleteMmmm . . . Kryptonite . . .
DeleteOh my, I knew EXACTLY where this story was going. And why was that? Not telling. I'll be laughing for hours.
ReplyDeleteKindred spirits, Alana. Kindred spirits!
DeleteHm, I loved lik m' aid too - we would always stop at Long's Drugs to pick up the paper after church on Sundays and I would usually spend some of my allowance on candy, that was a favorite. When I was getting it, it came with a tongue-depressor shaped stick made of sugar that you would dip into the powder - I wonder when they added that?
ReplyDeleteThat little candy tongue depressor was after my time. I first noticed it when my kids started eating Lik-M-Aid. But I MAY have used it from time to time. Ahem . . .
DeleteBut it LOOKS so good.
ReplyDeleteRight?!
DeleteNot a treat we had here. Or perhaps one I never received. It could go either way...
ReplyDeleteEither way, your system is probably the better for the loss! :)
DeleteI know of this treat but did not partake. I can sure see why you'd think Kool Aid was the same!
ReplyDeleteHmm. We didn't have Kool Aid either ... but don't feel sorry for me. My parents ran a garage with canteen, and I certainly remember having my share of chocolate, chips and gum ...
Mmm . . . chocolate, chips and gum? Sounds like your canteen was in heaven!
DeleteMy brother used to open packets of jelly crystals and eat those. (Jello)
ReplyDeleteJello! I used it as a building block. Now why didn't I think of eating it?!
Deleteperhaps one I never received. It could go either way...
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