The drummer missed the beet

Note to self:  should I in the future fail to finish a baked beet dinner, I should label the container before I put it in the fridge for lunch the next day.  The DH was poking around for a late-night snack, opened up my beets and nearly screamed.  He thought that the slightly shriveled purple veggie was old rotten summer sausage.  J  I’m like, “When was the last time we even had summer sausage???”  He said, “Exactly.”  Ew, ew, ew.  And for the record, I do clean out the fridge often enough that this would never happen!