
I'm beginning to believe that there's something special about the eggplants that grow in Pennsylvania. About a month ago, I posted about a suburban Philadelphia woman who discovered that the seed pattern in her eggplant looked like it was spelling out the word God. Last night, as I was slicing my own white eggplant for a broiled eggplant dish, I took a closer look and don't you know, but it resembles the that same divine word. Now, I realize that it's sort of a hard sell. It does look a little more like Gob than God. But it leads me to wonder if I shouldn't look more closely at my future eggplants. Maybe they've been trying to speak to me for years, and I just haven't been paying attention!














