Oh, eggplant, dear eggplant, you of majestic, royal hue and curvaceous shape among the garden fair, why, oh why, can’t I acquire a taste for you?
I did not, technically, lie to Liz when she graciously offered to pluck a large eggplant from her fair plant and add it to the pail full of garden gifts she was filling for me. My silent nod meant,” yes, I do love it and really, really do want it. . . .just not for eating.”
The early Monday morning sun came streaming into the back yard screen-porch and created a gift of light upon the table still life setting. Wow! Simply watching the sunlight rise and fill the morning space felt like a personal late summer gift from my Creator. I’ll admit, there is also a feeling of all-around general triumph in seeing the sunrise and feeling the cool air. . . . .when you’re not often described as a morning person.
I may break down and try the Baba Ghanoush(roasted egg-plant dip)recipe I have pinned to my kitchen board. Must be a good sport and give the whole eggplant-eating-thing one more try!