August is for deep color. The fiesta red of peppers shining out like stoplights from the weeds that surround them; tomatoes hanging heavy and heart-like; the sky a blue so deep you could fall into it. Eggplants, rich and royal and refulgent, such bright purple amidst the grass. The very last of the thumb-sized blackberries.
No wonder “eggplant” became a color name.
It’s almost a shame to make them into eggplant parmesan. Almost.
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August 7th, 2012 at 10:12 pm
so pretty. Last year wee got ONE skinny rotten one, one. I envy you. Bet the eggplant parmesan was a hit!
August 7th, 2012 at 10:35 pm
This is the first time I’ve ever gotten any, too! I think it must be all the manure I put down last year, because I did nothing this year.