On my list of things to do by October, 2013, last night I slayed the eggplant. It’s been a busy week for that list!
“Small, firm eggplant, peeled and cubed”. So I get my little knife that I like for peeling and go at the purplish, not really small, eggplant. First slice off of it, it’s not purple inside. I’m sure most people knew this but I have honestly never eaten it. Ever. I know my mom has made it, but I think I just maintained a safe physical distance from the thing. Any other time I’ve seen it it’s been fried! Color doesn’t show through breading, funny thing is, neither does taste.
Moving on, it’s a super weird texture. Not juicy like I thought it would be. More like…I don’t even know. It’s sort of spongy when you push on it. So once it was peeled, I cut across it, just to see a cross section. There are seeds! Lots and lots of seeds. Not like a squash apparently (only after a frantic call to Aunt Cindy did I believe that yes, they were ok to eat, the woman knows everything).
So I did eat it and enjoyed it. So what that I pureed the living s*** out of it before I ate it? Next time I will cook it another way, and enjoy it just the same.
I think I had the eggplant in a scary category with squash (which I’ve only recently decided that I also like) when in reality, it’s like a non-juicy tomato (which I also just started eating about a year ago). Seeds that you eat, delicious in sauce, extremely flavorful.