Today I confessed to Mike my eggplant anxiety. Not over eating it, but rather cooking it. Happy Friday; it’s Jameson Fink. Apparently, I have been neglecting all the salting and pressing involved that gets rid of a significant amount of moisture from this water-logged nightshade. This makes sautéed eggplant possible. And part of a dish that possibly could be your lunch: cavatelli with the aforementioned eggplant, Castelvetrano olives, capers, and Mama Lil’s peppers.
When I think of eggplant I’m also reminded of ratatouille. And a scene in A.S. Byatt’s Possession: A Romance.
Val put before him grilled marinated lamb, ratatouille, and hot Greek bread. He said, “Shall I get a bottle of wine?” and Val said, disagreeably and truthfully, “You should have thought of that some time back; it’ll all go cold.” They ate at a card-table, which they unfolded and folded again, after.
Thankfully, at Il Corvo there are no sad folding card tables, no disagreeable chatter. It’s lively here. And you don’t have to worry about procuring a bottle of wine because there is wine on tap to fill your glass without a moment’s hesitation. Don’t be like Val and Roland (the narrator); too bad they didn’t live in Seattle. Their romance could have been salvaged here. (BTW, I do have a wine pick for this meal on my blog.)
And though there’s no Greek bread here, did you know the Greek word pastitsio derives from the Italian pasticcio, which loosely translates to hodgepodge? I love that word. But while hodgepodge denotes a heterogeneous mix, here at Il Corvo the pasticcio (BAKED PASTA FRIDAY ALERT) is no jumble. It’s harmonious. And featuring Bolognese and broccoli rabe, along with cheese and tomato. The pasta is macaroni…TWO FOOT LONG macaroni. No puny macaroni here.
There’s also bucatini a la Siciliana. And if you missed out on yesterday’s chicken live pâté, do not despair. It’s available today, with a black currant gelee. Leave the card table; bring a friend!