… but it’s from something that I cooked, so I guess that’s self love.
Tonight was my first attempt at making eggplant parmesan from scratch, and it was splendiferous, even if I do say so myself. Of course, once you commit to blanching something, breading it, frying it, smothering it in tomato sauce, topping with cheese and baking it, well hell, even cat turds would be yummy.
Or so one imagines. I’m not planning on testing this theory. I’m not that weird.
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