Here in northern Virginia, it is rainy and suprisingly chilly this morning.  So chilly, that as we stepped out the door for school, I had to turn Max around to change clothes.  And, of course, I discovered five minutes before the bus was due that he has outgrown everything--his pants he wore last spring, his raincoat, his fleeces...everything.  We were both kind of shocked.  I told him it's because he's eating his spinach these days.  I recently found a recipe for a creamed spinach dish that the boys gobble up every time I make it (four times and counting the last month alone).  Seriously--I am using the description gobble up to describe how a 6, 4, and 1 year-old are attacking spinach.  Spinach.  It's probably the bacon.  Who am I kidding?  It's definitely the bacon.

Excuse the picture.  I'm unsure how to make cooked spinach actually look good.  But taste good?  Evidently, I've got that covered.  Off to online shop for pants long enough to cover ankles. 

Recipe after the jump.  Enjoy!