Kitchen for One : Eggplant

Today’s a soup kinda day. It’s -9 degrees and windy outside, this is what it looks like from my bedroom window.

I had also grabbed a bunch of spinach last night at the Asian grocery store and I’ve got plenty of canned beans in my kitchen drawer, so it should be an easy fix. But I’m writing about eggplant today.

I went through an eggplant phase in grad school where I added it to every vegetable dish I made. Sambar was incomplete without the mushy teal-skinned floaters, sometimes it was questionably matched into my garam masala-potato dish (tasted good only the first time). But a majority of the time I fried easy circles of it and had it with rice, like at home.

My aunt in Atlanta once made yummy Baingan Bharta for me when I visited her. I ate it with curd and rice at her place, then brought back a tupperware dish of it. I think I rationed it for a week or so, it was smoky and spicy with ample bits of charred skin and I didn’t waste one bit. So when Fall break came, I tried to make my own. I asked Samadipa and she told me, like the recipe, it’s tastier if the eggplant is cooked directly on the stove. But it’d be too messy on the stoves here so I seared it on all sides and then cooked it on a pan.

The version of Baingan Bharta I attempted then was probably a Lite one, cos all I had to do was scoop out the cooked flesh, mixed it with freshly chopped onion and coriander leaves and that was the dish. It was surprisingly tasty and my Bengali friend approved of the looks. There was a fair amount of the skin that inadvertently made its way into my final dish, but I think it only made it better.

Earlier this month on a slow day after Thanksgiving break, I decided to try making it again. This time I followed an oven-recipe that called for broiling the vegetable. I first made holes all over its skin with a fork and then rubbed it with oil, from my grad school recipe. There is zero mess in this recipe, the flesh comes off easily.

Broiling an eggplant : You can see the oil bubbling 🙂

Honestly, it turned out less tasty than my basic coriander-onion-eggplant mix, there was hardly any smoky flavor which makes me think I should’ve kept some of that skin in. Have you tried this dish?

Also here’s an eggplant story that describes my 27-year old personality (not anymore at 28) : Once I walked into a Walmart on a cold winter night to buy an eggplant. I can’t remember why but cooking was most definitely the intention. So I grab one off the grocery section, walk into the self-checkout lane and wait. I’m soon overcome by self-consciousness, standing there with a single eggplant in hand – you’re somehow acutely aware of singlehood while shopping. You would’ve seen the size and girth of eggplants here above too.
So I walked back to the shelf, grabbed a bunch of cilantro that I didn’t need, and walked confidently in to the checkout lane again.

Weeks later I threw out the cilantro-gone-bad from my fridge.

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Kitchen for One : Kombucha Mocktail

On Sunday mornings (or whenever I wake up) I put on music and it’s nuts how happy I get. Psychiatrists should be more concerned than they are about this dopamine phenomenon. Sometimes it happens on week nights and my brain decides a cup of coffee would be a great idea – and I only noticed this pattern last week after a series of bad decisions and messing up my sleep schedule. It’s like my subconscious calls for more fixation and chaos at the same time.

Recently somebody asked me what I did till 1.30am every week night. Which is, you know, a valid question and one I hadn’t given much thought. I mean do you think about what you do everyday? I should – I make to-do lists almost everyday. Once some four years ago Bhavana, my senior at work, had said my Chrome always has a 100 different tabs open – Fabric Lore, Stack Overflow, Team Naach, I don’t remember the rest. The sad part is it’s true even now.

Like 70% Indian students in the US I had self-diagnosed myself with ADHD three years ago (“this explains so much!”) but don’t think that’s true anymore. But I try to stay off coffee. I go nuts and my primary emotion is Why isn’t everyone conquering the world right now, there’s so much to see and do before we die!.

So after cleaning out my fridge this morning I was going to visit this Asian market to buy supplies for Korean Army stew, and finally try out Enoki mushrooms from ASMR videos. Then I stopped myself. I was going to publish this mocktail recipe first. Let’s finish 1 out of 389 things that are in progress.

I made this recipe last night, it’s a a 3 ingredient mocktail, 4 if you want to add honey but it’s optional. It’s by Zaynab Issa from Bon Appetit and it came up on their YouTube channel.

All you do is crush blackberry (or any other fruit) and mint (or basil), add to it a Kombucha of your choice, stir (don’t shake) and serve in a nice glass. I initially strained the mixture for a picture, but didn’t want to waste any so it’s been added back in. This second picture turned out better too. Here’s the original recipe on their website, I don’t think you need the honey if your fruit releases enough sweet.

I started drinking Kombucha last year after my cousin and my aunt, who’ve both been in the US for a while, recommended it for my gut and acidity. Yoghurt is the alternative, but prolly won’t work for this drink 🙂

Kitchen for One : Skillet Mom

I love that after a day when nothing is sure, and when I say ‘nothing’ I mean nothing, you can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick. – Julie Powell

Life is uncertain.

That means, I can do my dorsiflex exercises every night yet not know when my ankle’s full range of motion will be back. My physiotherapist that I pay $100 per session can’t guarantee it will. But I do them everyday and it does get a little better every time, but I don’t know when and whether I’ll attend the jazz classes I signed up for.

It means I can go to bed at 1.30am hoping to get 6 hours of sleep but stay awake until 5 only to wake up at 8 with burning eyes. Or that I might spend another winter in Texas. Or only meet guys who always want something short-term, or watch my favorite bedsheet get stains on it because my dryer decided to act up in that same drying cycle.

But that’s why we love cooking. Because we know that after a long-ass mentally tiring day or week, after lining up that long list I just cranked out, if you cook bacon on your newly seasoned cast iron skillet, the fat will bubble like so and the bacon will crisp up like so and your skillet will be all the better for it.

Plus you end up with a nice breakfast for yourself. 🙂

I love that after a day when nothing is sure, and when I say ‘nothing’ I mean nothing, you can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick.

Julie Powell (1973-2022)

PS : I bought a new cast-iron skillet and had bacon for breakfast thrice this week to “season” it!

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