I am a big proponent of fresh food. But I have an odd guilty craving. Sometimes I want canned spinach. This is not a pregnant thing. (Although it does happen more often when I'm pregnant.)
Frozen spinach is gross and fresh spinach is an entirely different (and wonderful) dish. But there's nothing like opening a can of Popeye and nuking it for a minute and adding a dash of salt. I don't want to cook with it and I won't ever serve it to you at my table. Just know that when no one's looking I take a break to eat an entire can of spinach and lust over design magazines.
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