So I bought a can of spinach — or, as people who have had children call it, pinish. Yes, a can. Don’t judge.
We had it just heated up and buttered, which I actually like, but Charlie doesn’t. Fortunately, his motto is Everything doesn’t have to taste good to eat it. That’s been his motto since he married me, anyway.
The next day, I made this almost-a-frittata.
So I put vegan margarine in a skillet and melted it, then spread the leftover spinach out over the bottom of the skillet. I beat some eggs with a little milk, added salt and marjoram (wish I’d added nutmeg, too) and poured that over the spinach. When the eggs were set up, I slid the whole thing out of the skillet onto a plate and flipped it over to set the other side.
And Charlie said, “I guess spinach CAN taste good.” So I guess this is a one-liner Wednesday. Only, you know, not.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about an oven.