I was late to the pickle game. It wasn’t until my late twenties that I discovered the charms of these vinegary briny nuggets.
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.