It is apple season again. Time for pie and cider and eating out of hand.
September is back.
And I find, still, that I miss school. I miss the stuff of it. It’s been too many years since I’ve bought school supplies.
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.
The market has been full of beautiful peppers. The usual bell peppers in red, orange, yellow and green, jalapeños, Hungarian wax, Trinidadian perfume, poblanos, and fiery habañeros.