Look: I grew these (yes, I am proud - and I don't mind admitting it [I think it's okay to talk about my vegetables isn't it, even if I do have to steer clear of my children?]):
Jake the Peg or anything). My brother-in-law never buys anything cheap, so that means these are pretty classy eggplant (or, at the very least, it means that they have the potential to be over-priced).
But, of course, I'm not going to sell them (you can't sell your children - I mean, vegetables - can you? I mean there must be a law against that - at least in the ACT [there's a law against everything, in the ACT, let's face it.])
But, given that I am not planning to put them on the market, I do need some ideas about what to do with them. When I planted the bush all those months ago, it didn't occur to me that I might actually achieve a crop of the things (there are half a dozen more out there, swelling as I write). Now that I am faced with the finished product, I realise I don't usually cook eggplant and have no real idea about what makes them taste especially delicious.
I therefore welcome all recipe suggestions, provided eggplants are the central theme.
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