Usually I have a story to tell. I like that. Although I know stories are not always required or worse, appreciated. This time, I don’t have stories. I have memories, though. Something about casual Sundays, brinjal and spinach and mother cooking it. I called her this time. And I rekindled some memories. Here are the Spinach Tales.
Spinach Tales
Spinach Tales
Spinach Tales
Spinach, glorious spinach.
Indeed they are!
I love spinach with eggplants! The pictures look lovely:)