Baba Baba Baba GANOUSH

Made some. Et it. Loved it.

Yes, I made some baba ganoush before and did NOT like it, but ain’t a lady allowed to change her mind? (Hint: The answer is yes.)

Anywho, I got some fresh eggplant from the farmers’ market, which may have been the difference between this time and the other, disappointing time. I roasted the eggplant, cut it open and scraped out its guts (HAPPY HALLOWEEN E’EN, EVERYBODY!), added some peeled and chopped tomatoes, garlic olive oil, sesame oil, (you can see the oils glistening in the light of my powerful flash — FOOF), lemon juice, and salt and pepper, and ate up every scrip and scrap.

I was very happy to enjoy it, since I love the name. How can you not love something called baba ganoush?

I’m especially happy to like it because I love Josh Woodward‘s song, Baba Ganoush, which I used for the 30-second book trailer I did for my short story collection, LONNIE, ME AND THE HOUND OF HELL.

Delicious song! Delicious dish!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a food-related song. 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall does NOT count.

MA