"Spinach can be eaten all," thought I, conducting weekly audit of the womb of the refrigerator and wondering to portray at dinner. The light crept up a couple of packs of cottage cheese, the remnants of the grated mozzarella, a piece of cheese, cream and a couple of poor eggs. Then freezer and relented, issuing a pack of frozen spinach. Spinach, ottaw in the microwave, was treacherously released from the green waters. Caught the eye of the remains of the polenta, suggested, as this water to reason...