chhote chhote baingan

The co-op had extremely tiny, extremely cute eggplants today so I bought them without really thinking what I should do with them. When I got them home (oo, baby eggplant, let me get you alone) I checked one of my favorite food blogs to see what they would do with cute eggplants on a Thursday night. I settled on a fairly uncomplicated shaak type thing (they didn't call it that though, because they're southies). I had also impulsively bought some small roma tomatoes (because they were the same size as the eggplants, duh), so I threw those in. At the end I tasted it and it didn't seem quite right. I added a bit of salt: better, but still something was missing.

The secret ingredient was shredded coconut. Not the sweetened stuff you get in the baking aisle, but the plain kind that indian stores sell. It added just enough sweetness & depth to cancel out the slightly bitter taste of the eggplants. I tell you, I cannot eat this fast enough.

it's time to shut your damn mouth

I was walking Petra today, and a cyclist was coming towards us on the sidewalk from across an intersection. Since she was on a bike, I assumed she'd move to the (quiet, residential) street so I stayed on the sidewalk. She didn't switch over and kept biking straight into us. My dog barked at the cyclist, and then some woman yelled from a car: "It's time to put that dog down!"

....sure, lady. When you meet a person with bad manners, do you advise their family to kill them? I'm certain it's the fastest way to ensure responsible parenting.

self-image

This afternoon one of my friends told me that she isn't used to how I look without the green hair. I am harder to recognize or something. It may be a little odd to admit this, but I had the same problem. When I first dyed my hair back to brown, I felt surprised whenever I saw myself, because that wasn't how I expected to look. It was all very sudden, too.