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Spinach Greens — The Salad I Make When the Garden Is Telling Me Something

Late August and the summer is at its peak — the tomatoes are magnificent, the blackberries are everywhere, and Portland is in its annual state of denial about the fact that September is coming. I bought ten pounds of tomatoes on Sunday and spent the afternoon processing them: half roasted for sauce, half sliced with shiso for the salad that has become a blog signature. The shiso on the balcony is at its most abundant — lush, fragrant, the leaves the size of my palm. Every time I brush past it, the smell stops me. Fumiko's apartment. Fumiko's kitchen. Fumiko's hands, picking the leaves, placing them precisely. The smell is the most reliable form of memory. The smell does not fade.

I wrote a long essay for the blog about growing shiso in Portland — about how a Japanese herb on a Portland balcony is an act of cultural persistence, about the seeds that traveled from Fumiko in Sacramento to me in Oregon, about the way growing food is a form of inheritance that does not require paperwork. The essay was personal and horticultural at once, practical tips alongside philosophical observations, and the readers loved it. Five hundred shares. The blog has six thousand readers now. The growth is steady, organic, the way shiso grows — not fast, not dramatic, just persistent, pushing through whatever soil it finds.

Brian came home at midnight on Friday. I was asleep. He knocked over the kitchen stool and the sound woke Miya, who cried, and I spent twenty minutes settling her back to sleep while Brian brushed his teeth in the bathroom with the deliberate care of a drunk man trying to appear sober. I did not confront him. Confrontation requires energy I do not have and changes nothing I have not already changed within myself. The decision is forming. It is not ready yet. But it is forming, the way dashi forms — slowly, in the dark, with heat applied gently, the flavors extracting themselves from the kombu of my marriage and settling into a broth that tastes like ending.

Miya asked this morning why daddy came home so late. I said he was working. She said, "Daddy always working." She is three. She is already constructing the narrative. She is already building the story of her parents from the evidence available: mama in the kitchen, daddy gone, the stool knocked over in the dark. I want to give her a different story. I want to give her the story of two parents who tried, who loved each other imperfectly, who made the best decisions they could. I am working on that story. The story is not ready yet. But it is forming.

The shiso salad I mentioned is its own thing — something I’ll write up properly when the season winds down — but alongside it, always, is this bowl of spinach greens that I’ve been making since long before the blog existed. It’s the recipe I turn to when I need something that asks nothing of me: no technique, no decision-making, no performance. Just clean flavors, good olive oil, and the quiet satisfaction of a bowl that feeds you without demanding anything back. On a Sunday afternoon when I’m processing ten pounds of tomatoes and holding a thousand things in my chest at once, this is exactly what I need alongside it.

Spinach Greens

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 5 min | Total Time: 15 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 8 oz fresh baby spinach, washed and dried
  • 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
  • 2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
  • 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, or to taste
  • 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
  • 1 teaspoon lemon zest (optional)

Instructions

  1. Warm the oil. Heat olive oil in a wide skillet or sauté pan over medium heat. Add the sliced garlic and cook for 1–2 minutes, stirring often, until just golden and fragrant. Do not let it brown.
  2. Add the spinach. Add the spinach in large handfuls, tossing with tongs as each addition wilts down to make room for the next. Continue until all spinach is incorporated, about 3–4 minutes total.
  3. Season. Add crushed red pepper flakes, salt, and black pepper. Toss to coat evenly and cook for 30 seconds more.
  4. Finish with lemon. Remove from heat. Drizzle lemon juice over the greens and toss once more. Taste and adjust salt as needed.
  5. Serve. Transfer to a serving bowl and top with lemon zest if using. Serve warm or at room temperature alongside roasted tomatoes, grilled fish, or simply on its own with good bread.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 85 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 4g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 210mg

Jen Nakamura
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Jen Nakamura
Week 161 of Jen’s 30-year story · Portland, Oregon
Jen is a forty-year-old yoga instructor and divorced mom in Portland who traded panic attacks for plants and never looked back. She's Japanese-American on her father's side — third-generation, with a family history that includes wartime internment and generational silence — and white on her mother's. Her cooking is plant-forward, intuitive, and deeply influenced by both her Japanese grandmother's techniques and the Pacific Northwest farmers market she visits every Saturday rain or shine. Which in Portland means mostly rain.

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