bad
Eggplant is a fruit.
And usually tastes bad
without a good sauce.
I know! I crack myself up too, with the myth of ‘The Not-Bitter Eggplant”.
(Salting, sweating, poking, floating, towelling… for real towelling the bitter eggplant slices?!. C’mon, peeps.)
Can’t we ALL admit it’s a just spongy, cellulose, bitter fruit…
(with a fantastically purple or black, shiny and tempting skin. oh that skin,
that shiny purrple skin.. mm hmmm yes.)
Umm right. Ah yes… a bitter fruit that we use only to deliver to our mouths all types of sumptuous tomato sauces, topped and saturated with aged cheeses, which were melted to a golden crusty perfection?
Let’s just drink the sauce instead of being slaves to the shapeless fried, or roasted slices of white flesh? Can we?
Child voice: We eat it even though it tastes bad?
Man voice: Yes. All over the world.
Child voice: And it’s always…bad, like this?
Man voice: Usually. I had Baba ghanoush one time that I think it wasn’t bitter.
Sometimes tradition is not enough of a reason not to change our tastes, or to keep on swallowing something bitter just because we did before.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and aubergine-tinted-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you attempt to swallow the bitter pill, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those beautifully-strange-fruit-syllables for all eternity.
