Continued From: "Food for Naught," part of a thread starting with "Cents and Sensibility."
Although Popeye and I currently attend anger management sessions, visit lambkin petting zoos, and hum calming mantras towards a weird beard on an Alp, my recent little spinach incident hasn't tarnished my gratification in discovering such an attractive product.
To be honest, I'm not maximum keen on spinach, but I do like squeezy foods I can eat like this:
Continued: "Hard to Swallow"