There are few things I love more than eggplant. So an eggplant sighting in an alley in the Heights, when I was going on an errand I was hoping would be lucky cheered me right up and made me feel like I was on the right path. It brought to mind visions of my grandma roasting eggplant on an open flame in her summer kitchen – the scent is unmistakable – or rather my grandma going to market and haggling over eggplant for other people to roast, which was more her style.
The back alley was magical. It made me think of Galveston. I felt like I was on a fun adventure. And the day held other good omens too. I will reveal soon what this is all about.