by elenek on Sun Jul 27, 2008 2:25 am
When I was a kid my siblings and I all liked spinach. Whenever my mother made it she had to make a lot because we would ALWAYS go back for seconds. I never could understand why my friends never liked spinach. Then I ate at a friends house. Suddenly, I understood that my mother's spinach was not the same as other mothers. There was no flavor, no bacon, no cheese. To this day I still make my mother's spinach whenever I can.