Oh the mighty eggplant. Where do I begin? I actually don’t cook with eggplant very often, but it is always what I am drawn to on menus or when I am out. I think that this was especially true this past July. It was definitely the month of the eggplant for me. While I was in London, all market food that contained eggplant ended up in my mouth, and in Sicily, it was ubiquitous and delicious. I couldn’t resist. Unlike my love for how others prepare eggplant, I have never mastered cooking it and am exceedingly limited in my eggplant repertoire. Typically, my first thought is eggplant parmesan. I have a few asian-inspired recipes as well (this one most notably), but that’s really it. While both of these recipes are two of my favourite meals, I always forget about them and usually end up walking by my purple friend in the grocery store without a second glance.
One of the best things about living in London, has to be the endless possibility for cheap travel elsewhere. The flight deals that you can get to cities around Europe are absolutely unreal, especially coming from Canada where a 1 hour flight from Calgary to Vancouver costs hundreds of dollars. In our utter lack of organization, our plans to go to Scotland fell through the cracks and we were left, the day before we departed, to figure out where we should fly to. It wasn’t a very bad position to be in. There is always so much choice. It was a toss up between Sicily and Munich. We ended up going to Sicily, a place, in all honesty, that I had never considered going to before (not for any particular reason). What pushed us both over the edge as we looked into both destinations was the food.