We have just started watching The Breaking Bad last night, S1E1. We’re late, I know. But when Cap’n Cook said making crystal meth is an art, I can’t help but ponder whether my own cooking is an art. It hasn’t felt that way, never has been. It is a hobby, a journey of self-discovery, a means to an end and certainly an expression of love and devotion. But never I really consider it as an art. Occasionally I do try to aesthetically garnish the plate because I eat with my eyes too.
So today, I decided to experiment making a polenta tart with eggplants. Because H has meatless lunch on Friday and he’s just started losing his Xmas weight. And polenta is something he doesn’t like.
#1. Eggplants need to be cooked/ grilled before baking.
#2. Peel the skin entirely, or at least do a zebra.
#3. Cooked eggplant isn’t the most appealing subject. Roasted tomato is probably better. Or leeks, mushroom. Better still, chicken. Hmm..
#4. Polenta makes a great tart. Cooked with chicken broth, added with some cheese then bake. Heavenly. The best thing about this is it requires much lesser work than pate brisee and healthier too.
#5. I took 43 photos just on this alone and these are the most appealing photos. It shows how great i am a photographer. Ayayayaya..