The Pop-Eye reference is too cliche.
I have no cute childhood stories about spinach (except that it always came out of a big can - 'nuff said).
No romantic Saturday morning farmer's market story where I was moved to tears by the fresh dew from the field still kissing the leaves - because the spinach had been plucked from the soil only that morning by the farmer's own hands. (Hello, Upstate NY here - you can't even SEE the ground yet.)
And it's easy to make (throw fresh spinach in a steamer basked, grate some lemon zest on top and steam until wilted) and hard to screw up.
I don't even have the drama of a steam burn to share with you, thank you very much.
There may come a day that I have something inspiring to say about spinach.
Today is not that day.
Nervously gazes over shoulder.
Fingers drumming. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Nervously jiggles foot.
So now what?
This is starting to feel like one of those weird dates where you run out of things to say to each other in the first five minutes of the date.
Surely, you have been on one of those - where you realize that once you have traded names and occupations there is nothing else to talk about.
I so don't want to be THAT girl.
So, before you decide that the best course of action is to excuse yourself from the table and try to sneak out the side door when you think I am not looking, I am going to do us all a favor and end this date now.
I won't keep the awkwardness going.
No escape necessary.
If you are celebrating the Easter holiday, I wish you a Happy Easter.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. By the way, this is a recipe that isn't really a recipe - its a concept. If you can steam spinach and grate lemon zest, you are there. I am sure this would also be lovely with orange or grapefruit zest. I served it along side chicken breasts that had been marinated in a Greek yogurt/ harissa mixture and then breaded with panko bread crumbs. Easy peasy. Simple. But good.