I check the map for existing beet fields, and as it turns out there's one right next to the baseball stadium across the highway. I know I wanted to make everything from scratch, but I've got two months until Christmas, and my cake currently consists of strawberries floating in raw eggs next to a stack of butter and I am stressed. I buy the beet field for $146,000, I rent a giant beet-harvesting truck the size of an aircraft carrier for $24,000, and I drive to the beet field.