Dear Spinach, you are a dirty, dirty vegetable.
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You made me wash you
three times before we could even get to the pinching and chopping. And I'm still not too sure about you. You know I love you, I really do, but that ain't right.
Then, the worst thing, with all your "oh, look at me, I'm all that - I'm too
big to fit into
that pot" ... once I get you all nice and heated up - you dwindle down to almost nothing. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.