This is my first foray into growing an eggplant and I highly recommend it, especially if you're fond of purple. Thinking of eggplant conjures memories from my mandatory vegetarian days when a slab of eggplant fried on a griddle was the closest thing to a steak in my house. Despite having a not so extraordinary kid reaction to actually eating eggplant (fried, baked, or otherwise disguised), I still admired it as just a beautiful object. There are few naturally purple foods: plums, grapes, cabbage. . . and the eggplant, in its mature figure at the supermarket, has a seductive shape. But I had never seen one emerge from the remnants of the bloom. Adorable. A little baby in a bonnet. Take a look.
Society has a strange hostility toward the eggplant. Take this comment from Ursula le Guin: “I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.” Why not a Brussels sprout?
Society has a strange hostility toward the eggplant. Take this comment from Ursula le Guin: “I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.” Why not a Brussels sprout?
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