THEY SAY THERE IS NO POINT in crying over spilt milk but how about spilled pickled beets? As I prepared dinner last night, I admit wanting to shed a tear or two when I lost my grip and caused blood-red beet juice to splatter all over the kitchen cupboards and floor. What a mess! Luckily, the glass jar didn’t break. However, now there is a gash in the linoleum to remind me that it is not always easy to wipe away evidence of a blunder or to let go. But lamenting past mistakes is pointless and chances are there will be no new beet puddles on the floor tonight as my husband and I plan on eating out.