Edna was not my own mother, but matriarch to the 6 generations who have been my next door neighbors... well, forever. In the tiny seasonal community of Dinkey Creek, California - where we kids roamed the mountainside in a pack, where every “mom” had equal disipine authority to your own, and where shared dinners were the norm - Edna’s recipes were the gold standard. They still are nearly 80 years on... I bet half the families on the creek don’t even know eggplant can be cooked another way. And why should they? It's creamy and crunchy, so simple it’s barely a recipe, and totally scalable.

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