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Beets and more
My father in law would always grow beets. Every fall he would bring me a big bag of them to preserve. My kitchen was purple for a week. And smelled like hot vinegar.
You look in your glory. Bless Karl!mom
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My father in law would always grow beets. Every fall he would bring me a big bag of them to preserve. My kitchen was purple for a week. And smelled like hot vinegar.
You look in your glory. Bless Karl!
mom
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