Sunday night, a woman who lives in suburban Philadelphia was slicing eggplant for dinner when she discovered something a little unusual in a disc of the nightshade vegetable resting on her cutting board. The seeds inside the eggplant were arranged in a way that seemed to spell out the word "God." She found the the seemingly divine message in the eggplant comforting and put the slice aside. The rest she fried up, which she and her husband ate for dinner. My parents once thought that some yam drippings on their stove resembled the word God, but before a picture could be had, it was cleaned up. Messes never last long in my parents' house, even those that might possibly be a message from the universe.
Have any of you ever had the experience of your food spelling words, religious or otherwise?











