Baba Ghanoush

Oh, do I love saying that. Baba Ghanoush. Baba Ghanoush. Baba Ghanoush. I got it in my head recently that I wanted to roast some eggplants and smush 'em up into something yummy. Then I remembered my friend Amelia gave me a whole unopened jar of tahini. And today the Polish farmer at the farmer's market had some beautiful eggplants. So I bought two. Later, Dr. Moo and I had a sister vibe moment on the phone when I told her how fond I was of eggplants. "Yeah," she said, "I'd be friends with an eggplant."

Eggsactly.

Hee hee. But seriously, the Moo and I do assign human qualities to vegetables now and again. It's like anthropomorphizing, but with broccoli.