Aubergine Parmigano
This is a firm family favourite, a comfort food that I serve with crusty bread and a green salad on cold days. Very easy to make - you just layer the aubergines, mozzarella, tomato and parmesan and cook it until it all melts. It's also great for dinner parties and easy weekend lunches.
1. Cut the aubergines into slices approximately 1.5cm thick, sprinkle them with salt, lay them on a plate and put another plate on top of them with a weight on the top to squeeze the aubergines together. This will draw out any bitterness in the aubergines. You don't get many bitter aubergines and you may be lucky, but one day you won't and it will ruin your dish unless you've salted them first so it's just not worth the risk.
2 Leave for 30 minutes, then rinse the salt off and dry the aubergine slices.
3 Heat 1-2 tablespoons of olive oil in a non-stick frying pan and fry the aubergine in batches until golden, drain on lots of kitchen roll.
4 Once all the aubergine has been fried, take a big, deep casserole and layer starting with aubergine, then mozarella, passata, salt and pepper, basil and finally parmesan flakes. Continue until all the aubergine has been used. You should have 2-3 layers depending on how deep and wide your casserole is.
5 Put the lid on and bake for 1 hour - the top layer of parmesan should be golden brown and the mozzarella should be melted.
6 Serve with crusty bread and green salad
22 comments:
No one in my family except me likes eggplant. What else could I use?
Sounds ab fab, Eliz. MM, I don't know what else would work---maybe zucchini or yellow squash? I may try this tonight.
Michigan Mom, maybe your family wouldn't recognize the eggplant in there under the other ingredients? couldn't you say it's something else to fool them? Or are they too astute?
My husband refuses to eat peas in any dish so I have to pick them out - if any trace of a pea is left, he can tell and won't eat whatever it's in.
Passion can't live by poetry alone! We need the energy to sate our whetted appetites too - and that looks really quite tasty!
'Passion can't live by poetry alone!'
OJ, you are on a streak with this poetical prose. You remind me of Shelley -- only wouldn't he have given up eating for passion? You seem a bit more pragmatic.
It looks like something dreamed up to entice good Italian Catholics to engage in the sensual to me. Sinful!
I could write more than a few stories about those good italian catholics...
Hey big boy, you hairy beast! :)) and I would love to hear them I'm sure! holler back, ok?
that was me Mr. OJ :), my fingers slipped....(giggle)
do you like it better like this (adjusting my habit), or like this?
which one's cuter? :)
...are you sitting comfortably?
yes, thank you :)
now then, would you feel more comfortable calling me mlle, or Mistress, or Mother Superior?
:)
and will any of your tales be in the nature of a confession? if so, I know a nice priest who would like to listen in :)
(fanning myself and smiling at you softly, my beautiful blue eyes pools of wonder)
heavens! these new latex habits are just the thing for drizzly days, but they do get warm! do you mind if I change into something more comfortable before we chat? It will be quite okay, I've taken a vow of chastity you know. Poverty too!
that only leaves me to ask whether you are obedient too...
Confession, no... confessionals, maybe...
...churches can be a wonderful refuge from the elements when there's an Umbrian tempest raging!
yes, Mr. OJ, sir, my order practices the Rite of Supreme Obedience, if it please you
(kneeling before you, head bowed, hands cupped around my rosary)
shall i serve you by listening to your tales kind sir? regale me, then
yes, Mr. OJ, sir, my order practices the Rite of Supreme Obedience, if it please you
(kneeling before you, head bowed, hands cupped around my rosary)
shall i serve you by listening to your tales kind sir? regale me, then
(laughing delightedly at your raging Umbrian tempest!)
(looking up at you expectantly, my delicate lips curled in gentle smile)
i am hear to serve you, Lord
tell me, Lord, in your visits to the Mother Church, have you drunk from the Sacred Chalice? have you pondered the meaning of the icons, the rosebud, the vaulted entranceway? so does our order contemplate.
I beg forgiveness, but I'm afraid the wild extravagances of youth are not for public consumption, so let me lure you into the anti-chamber of email... or is that a temptation too far?
i would my Lord, have a bit of conversation to begin, to probe your heart, to speak of cherished golden things that all may hear; only the pure may enter the ante-chamber, it is the way of our Order and our special calling
(kissing my rosary, bowing my head in regret, eyes closed, waiting)
(rising, gazing tenderly upon you)
i must pray now my Lord.
i will the forechamber
later give attendance
if you know the ancient mysteries
listen:
the moon is just past full
until the next you must abstain
if you give assent
you must vow
before me in this chamber
thank you for your graciousness, my Lord, it was a delight
(leaves silently)
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