What could be better than grilled cheese? It is one of the simplest most comforting meals I know.
There’s something about this meal that is just so honest.
It isn’t flashy. Or even particularly pretty. It is eggplant, slumped and simmered. Simple.
Weeknights beg for meals like this.
I don’t do well in the heat. On days when the mercury pushes 90 degrees F I wilt. I can go for weeks without cooking anything substantial. I drink big glasses of lemonade mixed with iced tea.
I’ve been away from here for too long, I’ve been distracted by little things.