I am the eggplant!

So, we decided to make some eggplant pizza.  Our version is a far cry from Mama Mia’s, but it’s pretty good. 

I salted and rinsed the eggplant slices prior to crisping them up in a little olive oil.  I probably didn’t have to fry it, but I didn’t want it too mushy, or worse, spongy.  I grated some mozzarella and added some dried herbs.  We cheated a lot– sauce in a can and pre-made pizza crust from the co-op. 

Before 12 min at 450F


On another night, we had some great steaks from the co-op as well.  Nacho prays for a spontaneous plate-disintegration. 

On the grill.

Charred outside, rare inside; the way we likey.

Also, Nina has really taken a liking to white truffle and cream of asparagus soup served with a dollop of herb chevre, see:

I kid; it’s rice paste. 

For no reason, here is a picture from the Strunz and Farah concert we attended at the Egg with our friends T&A.  (Who doesn’t like a little T&A?  Set to music, no less!) 

Also, it’s true; Albany, our dear friend, we are moving away from you.  We won’t ever forget you though. 


6 Responses to “I am the eggplant!”

  1. celinabean says:

    Boo hoo hoo

  2. jess says:

    when are you actually moving? don’t go!

  3. Albany Jane says:

    Is there anything eggplant doesn’t taste great with?

    Where are the new digs going to be?

  4. leslie says:

    I’m sure she’s only a year or so away from the white truffles. Be patient.

  5. Gina says:

    Oh please, I saw that house… I’m sure you both barely remember you live here now. There’s a lot on your plates to do (eat) before you leave though–so don’t check out just yet!

  6. jess says:

    A really good friend of mine is getting his PhD in Ann Arbor. What are you going to be doing there? I know you told me, but I’ve forgotten.