One of my most vivid holiday memories as a child is getting to “lick the spoon” when my mother was making a dish that, while it may have an actual name, we always just called “green stuff.”

I promise you it’s not as gross as it sounds.

As Mom would fix the dish — a recipe for which I will share as your reward if you’ll stay with me through the end of this column — she would call me into the kitchen, and I would get a little sneak preview of the treat I was in for by licking the spoon which she had been stirring the dish with for the last few minutes.

It’s a vivid memory for many reasons, among them the fact that I have always loved the taste of “green stuff,” and because this came to be a recurring memory that happened at many Thanksgivings, Christmases and Easters, as the dish would be

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