August 21, 2007
First off, let me recommend the movie “Stardust”.
I’m a big movie fan, and have gone to practically everything this summer, and hated most of it. I had pretty much decided not to blog about films, since I had nothing positive to say, and didn’t want to systematically ruin everyone’s Friday night with my sharp tongue.
But “Stardust”. Sigh. Go, and go often. Not perfect, but close enough. Belongs on the same DVD shelf as “Princess Bride.” I can give it a romance writer thumbs up, since it is a lovely romantic fairy tale. And my geek side loves it because it is from a book by Neil Gaiman.
Neil Gaiman happens to be the object of one of my bigger writer crushes. I love love love “American Gods,” I love “Coraline” (which reminds me in tone, of a creepy kids book series I used to read. Anyone else read the “Green Knowe” stories?)
And I really love the short story he did about Snow White, where SW is a vampire and the Prince is a necrophiliac. It’s grim, but it makes perfect sense, when you think about it.
I also love the fact that Neil Gaiman lives in Wisconsin, with two cats and a dog and some goldfish. According to his recent journal entries, he has beehives and the corn in the garden is ready, and the berries are ripe…
So basically, he’s living my ideal country life, as it would be if I weren’t screwing it up. I have the correct pets in place. But when we moved here, there were raspberries, blackberries, gooseberries and two acres of garden.
Now, there are 2 acres of empty field, overgrown berry patches and some very fat Orioles. I take consolation that all the songbirds in the neighborhood are hanging with us, because they are eating so well.
But in Neil’s garden, the aubergines are ready.
Everyone else in the state of Wisconsin is growing eggplants. But he has aubergines, because he is English. And since I am fascinated by all things English, I was thinking fondly of those aubergines, as I went through the farmer’s market the other day. There they were, beautiful, shiny, purple. So I bought one.
There was only one problem with this: I don’t like eggplant. I like to look at it. But recipes I’ve tried have always turned out as the sort of thing you slip onto the buffet table for a party full of people you hate.
But I am trying to open my mind to knew things. So I imagined them as aubergines, and didn’t cheat and rush the salting and draining step. I made eggplant parmesan. Several hours, and one second degree burn later (which I got during the fan frying step) I pulled the pan out of the oven.
I assured the kids that this was a “real recipe, and not just something made up by vegetarians as a trick.”
And then I let them eat first.
Even #2 son, who is a zen master of slipping vegetables to the dog, was cleaning his plate.
I tried it.
It was heaven.
I sent #1 son back to the market for more eggplants.
Tonight, I made moussaka. From an internet recipe labeled “Southern American cooking”. Rome Georgia, perhaps?
I used half and half ground beef and ground venison. The gamey taste that venison can give to a dish, completely disappeared under a dash of cinnamon and a layer of eggplanty goodness.
#2 son went back for seconds. As did I.
Later this week, I’ll be making ratatouille. Maybe I hate ratatouille (Although I heard the movie is good. But I didn’t see it. Because I don’t like eggplant.)
Up until my 30s, all the eggplant I had ever had was my mother’s greasy, slimy fried eggplant. Yuk. Then I was introduced to the dishes you are trying. Yum. I will caution that ratatouille does not have all the cheesy goodness of E Parmesan or the meaty mousaka, so it is more true eggplant [zucchini,tomatoes, etc.]. I like it better at room temp than hot.
hollygee
As you say, better on the second day, and cold. Or loaded on to bruschetta.
But Alton Brown was not helping me at all this week. Just as I was elbow deep in eggplant, #2 son discovered the “Good Eats” eggplant episode.
Turns out, eggplant is low fat. And low vitamin, mineral, protein, and carb.
So, basically, it’s not bad for you, but it’s not all that good for you, either.
#2 son immediately forgot cheesy goodness, and said, “You’re making me eat this vegetable, FOR NO REASON?”
Thanks a heap, Alton.
Up until my 30s, all the eggplant I had ever had was my mother’s greasy, slimy fried eggplant. Yuk. Then I was introduced to the dishes you are trying. Yum. I will caution that ratatouille does not have all the cheesy goodness of E Parmesan or the meaty mousaka, so it is more true eggplant [zucchini,tomatoes, etc.]. I like it better at room temp than hot.
hollygee
As you say, better on the second day, and cold. Or loaded on to bruschetta.
But Alton Brown was not helping me at all this week. Just as I was elbow deep in eggplant, #2 son discovered the “Good Eats” eggplant episode.
Turns out, eggplant is low fat. And low vitamin, mineral, protein, and carb.
So, basically, it’s not bad for you, but it’s not all that good for you, either.
#2 son immediately forgot cheesy goodness, and said, “You’re making me eat this vegetable, FOR NO REASON?”
Thanks a heap, Alton.
Green Knowe
Ok, I’m super late to the party, but after a 4 year (or maybe it’s 3?) Cherry hiatus, I’m catching up. And I couldn’t let Lucy M. Boston go by unacknowledged. Yay, Green Knowe. Yay, Tolly.
Did you know she’d written a non-fiction book about the house? It made me like her less and it wasn’t the way I’d pictured the house, but it was really interesting, and I got over it. (I went back to the way I pictured the house.)
Re: Green Knowe
I’ll have to go look for this. I loved that house. It was pure magic.
I think I only read half the old series. There was the first one, and my favorite, Enemy at Green Knowe. I know there was one about an ape, but I didn’t read it.
But mostly, if any of you get a chance, go back and read Enemy at GK, and see what totally wimpy children we are raising today. That book had both white and black magic in it, and there is a scene with a black magic grimoire, written in blood on a bat’s wing. And then it comes to life…
Now, I managed to read this, when I was a wee sprout, without becoming emotionally scarred, a satan worshipper, or any of the other dark furtures predicted for children who read too much Harry Potter.
I’m kind of weird, of course, but I don’t think we can hold Lucy Boston responsible for tipping me over the edge. And not fond of bats. But I think we can blame the bats for that. They started it.
Re: Green Knowe
Ha!
There is a website for the house!
http://www.greenknowe.co.uk/index.html
You’re right, not what I imagined. But there’s a picture of the room with the gazing ball, or witch ball, or whatever it was called. This was the image that stuck with me, for some reason.
http://www.greenknowe.co.uk/gallery4.html
Green Knowe
Ok, I’m super late to the party, but after a 4 year (or maybe it’s 3?) Cherry hiatus, I’m catching up. And I couldn’t let Lucy M. Boston go by unacknowledged. Yay, Green Knowe. Yay, Tolly.
Did you know she’d written a non-fiction book about the house? It made me like her less and it wasn’t the way I’d pictured the house, but it was really interesting, and I got over it. (I went back to the way I pictured the house.)
Re: Green Knowe
I’ll have to go look for this. I loved that house. It was pure magic.
I think I only read half the old series. There was the first one, and my favorite, Enemy at Green Knowe. I know there was one about an ape, but I didn’t read it.
But mostly, if any of you get a chance, go back and read Enemy at GK, and see what totally wimpy children we are raising today. That book had both white and black magic in it, and there is a scene with a black magic grimoire, written in blood on a bat’s wing. And then it comes to life…
Now, I managed to read this, when I was a wee sprout, without becoming emotionally scarred, a satan worshipper, or any of the other dark furtures predicted for children who read too much Harry Potter.
I’m kind of weird, of course, but I don’t think we can hold Lucy Boston responsible for tipping me over the edge. And not fond of bats. But I think we can blame the bats for that. They started it.
Re: Green Knowe
Ha!
There is a website for the house!
http://www.greenknowe.co.uk/index.html
You’re right, not what I imagined. But there’s a picture of the room with the gazing ball, or witch ball, or whatever it was called. This was the image that stuck with me, for some reason.
http://www.greenknowe.co.uk/gallery4.html