I loved my mom.
And, I love fresh spinach.
But why, oh why, did it seem like my mom always cooked spinach for our Halloween supper?
I know that you think that I am pulling at straws to find a blog topic today, but this spinach/Halloween thing has been on my mind for years.
Whether it is true or not that Mom served us spinach for supper before we went out for Trick or Treating is debatable, I am sure, but it must have happened at least once. Otherwise, why would I remember it? Or keep telling anyone who will listen that my mom cooked spinach for us on Halloween?
Oh, the things we remember from our youth!
(And no spinach tonight!)