Now calm down, despite what you might think I am not going to re-create ‘Debbie Does Dallas’ with my veggies.
Though I bet someone has.
(Oh, I dread the Google searches that will land people here now!)
What I mean to say is that I think food is lovely, I like it very much. I have little food gasms every time I eat something delicious, or think about eating, or just look at pictures of pretty, pretty food. Like these, I mean look at these mouthwatering beauties! Don’t you just want to cook ‘em up and eat ‘em?
I did, and I’d love to pass on a really great recipe to y’all, but the trouble with me is that even though I love food, I am terrible with recipes. I don’t really use them (unless they are Smitten Kitchen’s, I worship her.) And even when I do bother with a recipe I modify it and futz with it, until sometimes, the end result is indistinguishable from the intended.
Case in point? When I was twelve I attempted to make “Fettuccine Alfredo” but we had none of the ingredients required, so I ended up with “Cappellini al Cheddar” better known in some culinary circles as mac n’cheese. It was terrible. I wouldn’t even eat it. But I digress.
The way I tend to cook (on the days we’re NOT eating cereal for dinner) is to throw together things in my fridge and pantry and hope they stick. Which is literally what I did for this here meal.
I took eggplant, sliced it up, dipped it in egg and then coated it with a mixture of panko breadcrumbs, garlic salt, pepper and parsley (because I had it not because it necessarily goes together.)
I then slapped ‘em on a baking sheet and tossed ‘em in the oven (probably at 350, though we’ll never know for certain) until they were cooked. Then to round out the meal I cooked up some whole wheat pasta, added some sauce and grated some parmasean cheese on top. Voila! Dinner is served.
So can I keep posting my pretty food pictures without a recipe per se? Challa back.