Craving Spinach

I didn’t realize how much spinach I consume until this little e.coli epidemic. This morning at my favorite breakfast spot, I didn’t look at the menu (and I ALWAYS look at the menu although it never changes.) This time, I KNEW what I wanted. I had been thinking of it the entire ride over: Spinach omelet with sherry mushroom sauce and a side of bacon pancakes. (yes…bacon pancakes…sue me.)

When the waiter arrived, (I was heavily consumed in my writing and he did startle me) I ordered my food. He smiled sheepishly at me and replied, “we’re not serving the spinach omelet…”

“Right. E.coli. I forgot.” This is now the third time I’ve had to change my order while eating out. And I don’t eat out that much…trust me.

“Do you need another minute?”

“No. Uh…I’ll just have…yes. I’ll need another minute.”

I grabbed the menu and surveyed my options: My second fav, the Mediterranean oops, contains spinach! The Western…no, The Veggie…no, not in the mood for broccoli. The Santa Fe…hmmm…cilantro. YES!

When my new favorite waiter came back (I’ve never had him and he’s very attentive and takes his job seriously! I like that! A good tip to be sure) I ordered the Santa Fe, easy on the cheese and PLEASE bring me a side of the sherry mushroom sauce.

“Not a problem ma’am.” I ignored the ma’am as if it hadn’t happened, giving Jacob a pass.

When, pray tell is this spinach ban over anyway?!?!?!?!