I'm not sure what happened to me when I was in the womb or shortly thereafter, but I have an eggplant problem. I think about eggplant parmesan all the time. I think about making it and I think about eating it. I think about it standalone and I think about it as a sandwich. Help me.
Today I went to Parm, a delightful shop that serves some classic "red sauce" Italian staples, including the major parms (chicken, meatball, and, of course, eggplant). I ordered their eggplant on a roll and ran to a park, making sure no one was following me.
It was a very good eggplant parm. The roll was sturdy yet soft and withheld the sauces from the eggplant. The eggplant had no discernible bitterness and was tender. I can't tell if the eggplant was fried much. There was indeed some breading, but it could have been baked.
Oh please help me I want some more eggplant parmesan.