It doesn’t seem that long ago when I made baba ghannouj for the first time. It was incredibly tasty. What there was of it. Unfortunately, the eggplant exploded while it was cooking. Scrubbing baked-on eggplant from the far reaches of my oven was not how I pictured spending that evening. Sweet husband comes home to find me with my head stuck in the oven – then relaxes when he realizes it’s electric.
But I’m thinking about making it again, this time a little differently. Moutabel is a spicier version and looks fantastic. Why would I attempt this again? It’s all in the name of book club. Next week we’ll be discussing Son of Hamas and I like to theme our snacks around the book. The book is terribly interesting and I really need to concentrate on what’s going on – I’m not used to doing that when I read. There are so many people in this one and their names are names I’m not used to hearing. Our group is a good mix of people from all walks of life, so I’m interested to hear what they all have to say about the book.
I need to bring a suggestion for our next book – any ideas? And I’ll keep you posted on the eggplant.
