AKA Abraham Bacoln

Tonight dinner was a fail. I don’t know why I’m writing to tell you other than to prove that even I can mess up a sure thing.

I said the other day that I was going to cook some eggplant and I totally meant to last night but events involving lake swimming conspired against me. THEN my “friend” Calamity Jon had to go and bite my eggplant idea and so now I look like the johnny-come-lately except for the fact that his was apparently delicious and mine was simply, to quote someone dear to me, ‘meh’.

Okay, actually I still have some very very thin eggplant slices waiting to be battered and fried up and done with the cane syrup. We’ll see if that works out. The rest of the dinner I basically aped Jon’s recipe except somehow my eggplant came out mushier than I desired, the tomatoes had too much acidity, the basil wasn’t intense enough, and the green bell peppers, while raw and crunchy, were cut into a shape that was difficult to eat if you can dig it. A fail. Uninteresting yet bland with a touch of uncomfortability.

Now I’m off to see if I can salvage the rest. Wish me luck. It’s FRY TIME.

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UPDATE: okay, so the fried eggplant turned out okay. Not great, but now I have a better idea how to do it and next time should be an improvement.