When I was younger I HATED spinach. My grandmother used to prepare all of our meals at home and she was kind of stingy on the water (or the time) so she never wasted hours (like I did today) washing a bunch of greens. Every time we had spinach I felt like eating sand, and since I was very young and had absolutely no idea about the world around me I decided that it is supposed to be like that – that spinach is that type of food with this firecracker aura – so I said nothing.
Years later when my grandmother got too old to do stuff around the house my mom started cooking and suddenly spinach was not crackly anymore. You’re getting where I’m going with this one, aren’t you? Oh, the realization that Continue reading