I've never grown eggplant before. I know, I know. What kinda of Sicilian am I? Did I mention I'm Sicilian? Im not, really. I'm American. My great grandparents were from Sicily. And I have some distant cousins living their, none of whom I've met. But I've seen pictures my great aunt Stella has shown me on occasion. But I digress.
Eggplants. I'm not a fan. Their like weird sponges of nothing. However, (and this is the case with just about anything) breaded and fried – correctly, who could complain?
So while perusing the farmers market one weekend, I grabbed a couple of seedlings, tossed them into the ground with a sprinkle of fertilizer and a hint of love and wished them luck. They've literally not grown a smidgen. No new leaves or anything. Until today. A little lonesome flower.
Make of it what you will…