Well…my Baba Ganoush was my first epicurean failure since we have started this little experiment. Who knew that something so simple could throw a wrench in my score. Of course, as it was a failure… it was also supposed to be for a work potluck the next day. I had to duck out and go out and eat at a restaurant with the other culinary outcasts that didn’t join in on the potluck. The place was slammed, we waited an hour for our food and my hot dog tasted like rubberized dog shit. Yes, I ordered a hotdog at a restaurant. We were late back to work and I will blame this all on two shiny, plump, purple eggplants. I watched a lame you tube how-to on making baba ganoush. Clearly, the guy wasn’t an authentic Grecian…my bad. After my how-to I proceeded to cut the skin off my eggplants and roasted them in the oven with garlic, olive oil and salt and pepper. Roast for 40 mins at 375 degrees. Sounds easy to me doesn’t it? I flipped them once. Once out of the oven…mash them with a fork with the roasted garlic. At this point the basement dweller came upstairs from her slumber. She asked me if I had soaked the eggplants in salt water. Huh? Grecian dude never said such things, so I shook her off. What did she know? She just woke up from a nap. Add some tahini and some salt and pepper…and some more salt and pepper and some more salt and pepper. We tasted it. It left a harsh burning sensation in the back of our throats. More salt…still burning…I tried to rationalize that it must have to sit for a while before it tastes good. Later, we tasted it again…blah! The basement dweller looked at me and said I should have soaked it. I guess sometimes she is right. I left it in the fridge for a week until hubby got home. He was looking through the fridge and asked what it was. Garbage. Bin it.
the burn...the burn!
