I am sad to report that the last of the beets from the Harvest Supper (a mere 7 months ago) have succumbed to frost bite in the back of our fridge and thus been put down the garbage disposal and out of their misery. They were good beets. I loved them. I defended them every week as Jim tried to oust them during the weekly clean out of the fridge.
Jim is doing the victory dance as he reclaims the 16 square inch footprint they inhabited. He's heartless.