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
After:
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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2d2llB4oIQ
Boo hoo hoo
when are you actually moving? don’t go!
Is there anything eggplant doesn’t taste great with?
Where are the new digs going to be?
I’m sure she’s only a year or so away from the white truffles. Be patient.
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!
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.