I have always liked eggplant. Problem is, I have always disliked the way it was prepared. I never understood the point of covering it in a coating of breadcrumbs an inch thick and then frying it in oil. What ended up on my plate tasted of oil and stale bread without even a hint of the eggplant lying in repose underneath.Read More →

I never understood the appeal of bruschetta. This might have something to do with the fact that I had apparently never eaten great bruschetta. I had only experienced the worst that bruschetta had to offer. Subpar bread with tasteless, out-of-season tomatoes. I was not impressed.Read More →