An Adventurous Tail

Once upon  a time, in a faaar away land called Prospect Heights, there lived two maidens. Snowed in and driven to dementia from too much No Reservations marathon and cabin fever, they devised (what seemed like at the time) a marvelous plan: an epic journey to the Trader Joe's in Cobble Hill...a good 3 miles away, to gather the components needed for roasted eggplant pizza.
They set out, equipped for the trek, their own canvas bag and all
(yay we're green!)
...or so they thought...
The puffy coats and non-gloved hands were no match for the giant snowdrifts, unplowed streets and sidewalks, 25F temperature, or the turbulent winds blowing tiny snow needles in their faces and up their noses. They were mad, adrenalin-fueled - giddily and stubbornly trudging forth.
They reach their journey's end with flushed cheeks and running noses, laughing histerically.
The damsels climbed the icy steps into Utopia and scoured the isles up and down for the desired  ingredients:
Eggplant [purple CHECK], basil [herbal CHECK], shredded mozzarella [molto CHECK], and
pizza dough [covenient CHECK]
All other fixin's were already home, so they had room for chips and salsa, a huge bag o' clementines, and  bananas.
All for 22 bucks. [savvy CHECK]
And after gathering their wits and sufficient warmth, back into the blustery landscape they went, but this time, to the train.


Tra la la la, homeward bound they went to cook up some soul warming 'za.

There's the convenient TJ's dough with crushed tomatoes (mixed with salt, pepper, oregano), fresh basil, and the first sprinkling of mutz.

On goes the eggplant just sliced up and grilled on a cast iron stovetop grill pan...

...and why not some grilled chicken?...

And this is before.

And AFTER!!

So, I guess I'm eating again.


From the journey:

This is me hopelessly stuck in almost 3 feet of snow attempting to blaze a new trail. It took a while to get my enormous, sasquatch feet free.

This road is a bit more navigable.