My Love-Hate Relationship with Eggplant
I love eggplant. I love the word "eggplant", I like the dark purple color and the light heft of a ripe one, and the way they curve so delicately.
I love that they have a weird soft-firm texture, and that the plant has pretty blooms, and that they are so versatile.
I love baba ganoosh. I especially love slicing an eggplant in thin rounds, brushing them with olive oil, garlic, chili, salt, and pepper and then shoving them under the broiler until crispy. I LOVE a good eggplant parm. I love eggplant on pizza.
What I hate about eggplant is that I worry it might kill me.
Every time I eat eggplant, the first bite makes me instantly want to vomit. And sometimes it give me a little touch of asthma.
As long as I can choke down that first bite or two I am good. Seriously.
This is the only time I ignore my rule about not eating things that make me sick.