Recently I was given one fresh, medium size, shiny, purple eggplant. It was a thing of beauty, but it scared me. When eggplant is cooked properly it is heavenly. When not handled just right, it can be hell with no purgatory, no limbo and no passing go.
Syracuse’s Post-Standard luckily had a feature on the often purple nightshade the very next day, which also was the day The McLusky said, “Let’s have that eggplant for dinner...
