What's with me and eggplants? I don't even know why I've chosen them to be my symbol. I love the feel of the word (both in English and French), the color, the texture of the skin and the flesh, and I like to eat them! They are so flexible in the kitchen, from baba ganoosh to stir fry to parmaseaned. I love all the varieties that grow. The big black globes, the long skinny Japanese fruits, the tiny and delicate heirloom varieties. I'm trying to grow some in my garden right now, though I think it is too cool here near the ocean and in my foggy neighborhood. The plant has lots of blooms, but doesn't seem to be setting fruit. The black bell pepper planted right next to the eggplant is doing well, so I'm holding out hope that I'll get at least one aubergine off of my little plant In the mean time, I take pictures of it, because I'm fascinated by the prickly flowers and the soft, velvety leaves.
You know how when you get to be known for liking something, people start gifting you with that thing? When my sister was in gradeschool, she got elephant things for every occasion, because when she was little she announced she wanted to be an elephant trainer when she grew up. She held on to that goal for a long time, but it is possible that her family innundating her with elephant toys and art and figurines helped her get over it Now she's planning on law school. I don't think elephants figure in her future any more and I wonder if she still even likes them. So I'm getting known for the eggplant thing, but I'm kind of liking it. Friends point out things in "that color" which is really a range from pinky plum to nearly black-purple. I get random emails about this or that website mentioning eggplants or aubergines (most recently Hypnotic Aubergine). The best, though, is when actual eggplants show up. Recently I posted about how my manager brought me some baby eggplants to paint. It took me a few days, but I did paint them, and here they are!