Memories die hard! The horrid smell of canned spinach lives forever. When I tasted fresh spinach I had a hard time believing it could be the same green lump that my mom and one sister devoured with lots of butter. Same for asparagus! I wouldn't touch either of them. Salads were always iceburg - never any variation. My mom was a very good cook with desserts, chicken, meat, etc. but not veggies.
