I was feeling a bit ambitious on Sunday so I decided to make eggplant Parmesan. I already had a teeny tiny little itty bitty eggplant from my garden and had been wanting an excuse to decimate my fresh basil supply. I found the recipe online (of course) and with a little help from sister who served as my clean hands while frying the eggplant, we had a truly delicious supper. It's amazing what 7 or 8 simple ingredients can do for one another.
The next day, I brought the leftovers for lunch and proudly heated them up. One of the nurses (she's really nice just very... typical for this area), curled up her nose at my lovely dish.
What is that?
Eggplant Parmesan.
Really? It looks gross. What's in it?
Basically tomato sauce, mozzarella, parmesan, basil and eggplant.
What's eggplant? How does it taste?
It's a purple globe-like vegetable that doesn't have a strong taste. Would you like to try it?
Nuh-uh. No way. You go ahead and eat it.
Ok, but it's just Italian food.... If you like mozarella.
I do.
And tomato sauce.
I do.
Then you will probably like it.
No thanks. I'll just eat my turkey sandwich.
End of conversation about my disgusting looking eggplant parmesan but here's the kicker, this lady thinks that it would be great fun to visit both Africa and China someday. Honey, you'd better buy some stock in KFC because if you refuse to eat eggplant you won't be eating much of what is offered in those two places.
Sheesh.
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Yeah, some people just don't get it. But keep on trying the good stuff. No point in missing the divine due to someone else's unadventurous palate.
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