Whenever we go to the farmers' market we make a point to stop
at this one booth that has good spinach. Not like baby spinach
that disappears the instant it hits heat. I thought it was some
kind of spinach you don't normally see in the stores.

So today the sign doesn't just say spinach. It says
Spinach malabar. Hmmm. Go home and look it up.

All these years buying these people's special spinach and it's
not even spinach. (laugh) What a rube.

nancy