I had a lot of fun at the Farmer’s Market yesterday and my family paid the price.
“What’s this?” they asked suspiciously, as they sat down for dinner.
“That’s breaded eggplant!” I responded happily. “Sometimes when you go to an Italian restaurant, you’ll see eggplant parmigiana on the menu. This is similar to that dish, although…”
I stopped. No one was listening. They were, however, scraping at their eggplant slices with their forks.
“Why is the spaghetti sauce so chunky?” Jem wanted to know.
I thought about being truthful. It was a vegetarian marinara to which I’d added—yes, I admit it—numerous chunks of eggplant.
“Those are diced-up animals,” I answered shortly. “I found them on the road.”
“I like the fish, Mom,” Joe offered. He’s old enough and wise enough to recognize the warning signals.
“The noodles are good, too,” added my husband. He’s definitely old enough and wise enough to recognize the signals.
Jem continued to mine his marinara. I knew he was making an effort to eat it. I also knew that he knew about the apple pie for dessert.
Should I tell them I’m serving beets tomorrow?
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
Well if you end up with leftovers, my brother-in-law layered his e.p. in lasagna instead of beef. It was super yummy and no one could tell the difference.
You're brave to test the eggplant! My mom made it when I was little and I really liked it; I haven't tried it out on my kids though.
Beets are a fall favorite at our home – especially when freshly skinned & steamy hot. The kids like pickled beets even better, though.
LOL! New stuff is hardly ever welcomed around here. Your son and husband are indeed wise. My husband has made many a similar comment.
Yum, beets are my favorite. And I’m so lucky cause no one else will touch theirs!
Bon Appetit!
So, did everyone eat it? I hope so! I completely can relate to this scenario (substitute all kinds of different types of foods). I’m glad your husband knew how to respond…
Oh, this is too funny! My family doesn’t recognize the warning signs, sadly (either that, or they don’t mind my ears smoking!!) So instead, I respond to theirs. It’s a survival thing, I guess!
Even though I love (love!) eggplant (and make a mean parmesan!), we never have it around here.
Or chunks in the tomato sauce.
Oh, well! As my dh would say, “This is how I’m getting to heaven!” :):)
one of my favorite foods of all time s eggplant parm! wish I could have been at your table!
I served eggplant once as a newlywed to my unsuspecting hubby. He was nice, but let’s just say I haven’t cooked it since.
It’s exhausting making dinner at my house. There can be no red or green chunks of any kind or size.
This is my husband I’m talking about.