I may be addicted to eggplant.  I have loved eggplant from the moment I tried it, and I just read that eggplant contains nicotine.  So when I say I may be addicted to eggplant, I am not kidding.  I am always in a quest to find more recipes for eggplant.

Today I heated some olive oil in a large pan, chopped up some big hunks of garlic and tossed them in.  I chopped up a large eggplant and threw that in too.  Some people like to salt and rinse eggplant, but I never do.  Next I added some grape tomatoes and salted the whole mess, and cooked it over high heat until the eggplant was delightfully stringy. 

I topped it with mint flakes and feta cheese.  I wanted basil, but I cannot find any in my cavernous spice cabinet.  I chose mint because it’s a good Mediterranean spice.  The feta cheese I almost left out, because a few weeks ago my baby got carsick and barfed up an entire bottle of milk that had transformed itself into…feta cheese.  Of course she did this on a curvy, dangerous mountain section of the interstate so I couldn’t pull over and fix the mess.  The rest of the ride was torture.  I didn’t think I would ever eat feta again.  But I have a very strong stomach, so I put feta on my eggplant dish.  And then with each bite I had to think about puppies instead of what I was really thinking about, the aftermath in the back seat of my car.

The above paragraph is an example of why I can never have a popular food blog.

Back to spice cabinets.  Years from now, when cyborgs have completely taken over Earth, cyborg-archaeologists are going to dig up the remains of our kitchens and assume we were all into witchcraft.  They will determine this from the miniature bottles of powders and flakes they find.  You might think, “oh, but they are part machine, won’t they be able to look up the history of Homo sapiens and know that we used spices for cooking?”  I would agree with this but I am sure that whoever writes the assembly code for the cyborgs will inadvertently leave a logic error, preventing the cyborgs from having any common sense.  To paraphrase Crisitunity from a recent post of hers, “won’t someone please give birth to John Connor already?”

I have spices that I never used but bought them because I was absolutely certain I was going to make enough wild and exotic meals over the next couple of years to justify the price.  I think I have a bottle of File that I have never used.  I recently started to use garam masala on a somewhat frequent basis, so that is finally going away.  But the old standbys that I have to purchase over and over and over are:

  • garlic powder
  • basil
  • cumin

Most things I just add garlic and pepper to.  If you get too crazy with the spices, you can seriously mess up food.  You will rarely screw up food if you just stick to garlic and pepper.  Once you get the hang of garlic and pepper, you can then begin to branch out into the crazy stuff, like turmeric.  But good grief, read about what it’s for before just willy-nilly dyeing your food (and usually your countertops) a bright yellow.

I have no idea what this post is supposed to be about.