Spanish Fried Eggplant with Molasses and Rosemary is a delicious, easy appetizer (tapas) to enjoy in the summer sunshine.
Fried eggplant with molasses – or honey – is a simple but stunning tapas dish served all across Andalusia, in southern Spain. We have enjoyed it many times, both in Spain and at home. The sweetly-savory crisped disks of soft cooked eggplant are irresistible. But I never thought to bring it to Food To Glow. Because, you know, frying.
I’ve decided, however, that there are enough adamantly healthy recipes on here that I can get away with bringing you this only healthy-ish one. Continue reading
This post title is a bit of a bold claim. Although I am always proud of every recipe I publish here on Food To Glow, such horn-tooting is really not my style. Rather, I hope you are drawn to open your FTG notifications because you trust me. Trust that I am worth a few minutes’ of your precious time.
This recipe is defined by its subtle smokiness. Eggplants get the BBQ or gas stove treatment, turning from fat, firm glossy obsidian fruit to a charred and collapsed heap.
Not infrequently I fancy a little something chocolately. I am not by any stretch of the imagination a choc-o-holic, but I do sometimes crave a nibble of the dark stuff. Maybe once or twice a week. Where do you fall on the chocolate craving spectrum?
Spring has slipped past me in a haze of travel. I’ve twice been home to Florida, much further south to Costa Rica, and twice down and back to London. No sooner are all of my clothes washed, dried and put away then I am rolling them up and stuffing them in suitcases. I don’t expect any sympathy, but I am really a homebody at heart. I like nothing better than pootling about in my own home, creating recipes for sharing here and at work. Besides, living in Edinburgh is like being on holiday all of the time anyway. 
Think of this as your favourite Indian side dish – saag paneer – in a sandwich. A hot, crispy-crusted, grilled cheese sandwich. With spinach.
We don’t go out to eat as often as other people seem to. The reason for this is that I love to cook. To me, cooking and feeding others is not a chore, even though I do it for a living. Oh, and I don’t love getting dressed up, or changing clothes to be restaurant-presentable. This is especially so if I’m already home and done what most of us do when we get home: take off bra, and put on sweatpants and fluffy socks. Bliss.
Over the long Easter weekend we had the mixed blessing of being unintentionally Internet-less. As we can’t reliably get 4G where we are, it was like going back in time. Back to a simpler time before the bleep of notifications, and the all-consuming lure of the mindless scroll.
Whether you are religious or not, I’m sure by now you’ve slung at least one packet of