I’ve never been a huge fan of eggplant parmigiana. When I first ate Paul’s version months ago, I thought my enjoyment might have been a fluke. After all, I was in a honeymoon phase with my dreamy new job in New York City, where everything looked and tasted better than what I had grown used to in Philadelphia. I had never actually experienced an eggplant parmigiana whose flavors blend so brilliantly.
When he shared a few pieces with me this time around, I understood that it was no fluke. What on earth does he do to make it so delicious? Look at it:
Paul’s eggplant parmigiana: the paper plate and plastic cutlery do it no justice.
Paul’s eggplant parmigiana on the second day that I ate it for lunch. I knew that I had already photographed it, but did so again, in a feeble attempt to remind myself later how delicious life can be no matter what turmoil is spinning around me.
What *is* Paul’s secret? Hear it for yourself:
Handfuls and handfuls of parmigiano. No wonder. 
Paul’s eggplant parm right out of the oven … and a picture of him as a boy in the background.
I never get tired of eggplant, especially in the summer when it’s so fresh. Paul’s version looks and sounds terrific.
By: ciaochowlinda on August 20, 2011
at 12:01 am
This looks and sounds fabulous! Your videos are great – he did a wonderful job on camera. Very nice, Lisetta!
By: Vickie on August 21, 2011
at 10:22 am
Yum!! I want some of Paul’s eggplant!
By: mom on August 21, 2011
at 3:08 pm