Several days after several days of consuming mass quantities of food, I found a pair of slippers that had been hiding from me. With what I now refer to as a senior groan, I hunkered down and located them under the sofa while retrieving a ball for my dog. When I pulled them out, there was a forlorn spinach leaf tucked away inside. I began to mentally review every meal, every snack and every appetizer, searching for a moment when that sneaky spinach had infiltrated my left slipper.

We had not eaten spinach during the holidays. I am not a conspiracy theorist, but I found myself wondering who had…