I ran into a friend at the farmers' market this past weekend. She was knee deep in Casey County sweet potatoes, rifling through baskets for a vegetarian stew she planned to make. Thinking she might be interested in other varieties of sweet potatoes for her stew, I brought her attention to a basket filled with small white sweet potatoes. Bad move. Information overload. In an attempt to quell her obvious perplexed response, I made a complete fool of myself praising the virtues of their uncanny delicate pale white sweetness. She didn't go for it. At. All.
As I walked away, a basket of baby purple eggplants caught my eye. They were gorgeous and only 25 cents each. Two bits for an eggplant? Brilliant. How could I resist? Sold. I picked out a couple of plump purple babies and handed the vendor 50 cents. "Take the entire basket.", he said quietly. "It's the last of my crop. Take 'em all if you want 'em." Really? I guess he was tired of hauling them back and forth to the market. Win. I happliy tumbled them into my bag, thanked him profusely, and stumbled away wondering what on earth I would possibly do with 1/2 bushel of baby eggplants.
We were rolling in eggplants.