mmm, kuku
I cooked another adventurous dinner for the week. There was no fish sauce in this one. Instead it was eggplant. Eggplant Kuku and Tabbouleh. It came out very well!! The kuku is like an extremely fluffy, crust-less quiche (I love quiche!). And it didn’t taste like eggplant at all. The dominant flavor was of the cheese, though I think maybe I used too much (I packed that ½ cup full!).
You may not think that eggplant is very adventurous, but it is for me!
Eggplants were a running joke between my mom and I. We generally didn't like eggplant, though we both wished we did. Anyway, the University of Georgia offers continuing education classes to its faculty and staff. I don’t think she’d ever taken any before, but one year she decided she wanted to learn French, so she enrolled. I didn’t hear much about her French classes, so one day while we were driving somewhere I asked her how they were going. She reluctantly told me that she’d had to drop out since it was an extremely busy quarter for her, lots of grant proposals to write and that sort of thing. Naturally, I gave her a hard time and made a big deal out of her being a French dropout. Then I asked her what she had managed to learn in the few classes she’d gone to. She preened for a little while, preparing to totally wow me with her French, and belted out “aubergine” with an expression that definitely showed how proud she was of herself. I was suitably impressed. She’d done such a great job at saying something to me in French. Of course, I don’t know French at all, so I had to ask her for the translation. “Eggplant,” she quickly informed me. I had assumed she’d said something exquisitely profound! Her whole demeanor had definitely suggested that she had, but it was just eggplant! We both cracked up, and haven’t been able to think of eggplant (or aubergines, as they are known in France and British countries) with a straight face ever since! (Shortly after this adventure we decided that we should give eggplant another shot and ordered some eggplant special at a restaurant. It only confirmed that we don’t especially like eggplant.)
But the eggplant kuku was good! Much better than aubergine =D.
You may not think that eggplant is very adventurous, but it is for me!
Eggplants were a running joke between my mom and I. We generally didn't like eggplant, though we both wished we did. Anyway, the University of Georgia offers continuing education classes to its faculty and staff. I don’t think she’d ever taken any before, but one year she decided she wanted to learn French, so she enrolled. I didn’t hear much about her French classes, so one day while we were driving somewhere I asked her how they were going. She reluctantly told me that she’d had to drop out since it was an extremely busy quarter for her, lots of grant proposals to write and that sort of thing. Naturally, I gave her a hard time and made a big deal out of her being a French dropout. Then I asked her what she had managed to learn in the few classes she’d gone to. She preened for a little while, preparing to totally wow me with her French, and belted out “aubergine” with an expression that definitely showed how proud she was of herself. I was suitably impressed. She’d done such a great job at saying something to me in French. Of course, I don’t know French at all, so I had to ask her for the translation. “Eggplant,” she quickly informed me. I had assumed she’d said something exquisitely profound! Her whole demeanor had definitely suggested that she had, but it was just eggplant! We both cracked up, and haven’t been able to think of eggplant (or aubergines, as they are known in France and British countries) with a straight face ever since! (Shortly after this adventure we decided that we should give eggplant another shot and ordered some eggplant special at a restaurant. It only confirmed that we don’t especially like eggplant.)
But the eggplant kuku was good! Much better than aubergine =D.
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