Two weekends ago, we were at the grocery and, at the vegetable section, Sam asked if we could buy spinach. How would we cook it, I asked. She said we’d mix the spinach with cream cheese and use the mixture as filling for fried dumplings. Genius, I thought, and she got my attention, naturally.
I wasn’t aware that she got the attention of someone else — another shopper, a mommy, who was standing near enough to overhear our conversation. After picking a couple of bags of spinach, Sam walked off to find dumpling wrappers. The stranger-mommy approached me, told me how she heard parts of Sam’s idea of a spinach and cream cheese dumpling, and asked if I could repeat the whole thing to her. I was happy to oblige. Then, she asked if Sam were a culinary student and I told her no, she was not.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to make the dumplings before Sam went back to the condo. I could have made them, of course, but Sam would have gone into a fit — her idea and she wasn’t going to get a bite? So, the bags of spinach were used in some other dishes. Then, two weeks later, the spinach and cream cheese dumplings finally became a reality. My goodness, they were very, very good. »