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THE BEST EGGPLANT SHAKSHUKA

A pan so hot that it sizzles at the first drop of oil. A finely minced onion turned golden from the heat.

A glossy, purple eggplant, its skin so dark it is almost black.

Juicy tomatoes so bursting with life, they start to fall apart at the merest application of pressure.

Vibrant, green herbs, and the heat of a few chillies. And finally, luscious, brightly-hued eggs that are poured into little nests of sauce.

Those are the basic ingredients of a perfect eggplant shakshuka, and the easiest way to make people think you’re a god in the kitchen.

WINNING FRIENDS WITH EGGPLANT SHAKSHUKA
The first time I made eggplant shakshuka for others was at a music festival, the first one I attended in Canada. I had gone with a group of friends from the student newspaper in which I worked, and has ended up sharing a tent with two university friends. Without my boyfriend, and surrounded by many people whom I had just met, I felt alone and guarded.

It was early morning on a Saturday, and people were still asleep after a long night of drum circles, guitars, and wandering. Despite the hour, I was already up and about, one of the only campers who abstained from too much imbibing the night before; and so, I had decided it was high time to introduce my friends to Israeli shakshuka.

I set up a little cutting board and a makeshift cooking station, a Coleman Gas Stovehaphazardly perched on a the corner of a picnic table, and set to work. As my hunting knife slid through the eggplant and tomatoes, their guts spilled onward onto the board, splashing the table with their red juices.

The sharp sting of the onion hurt my eyes, drawing forth unwanted tears. A small eggplant was cut into cubes, and dropped onto the already-smoking pan. Eggs were broken into a bowl; some scrambled, others kept whole, their golden yolks eyeing me reproachfully.

As the smell of the caramelizing onion permeated the air, people began to stir and wake. One by one, my friends were coming out of their tents, rubbing their bloodshot eyes. Some sought out water; others, the hair of the dog. As the tomato-eggplant sauce thickened in the pan, the campground came to life with hushed morning conversation.

Someone started to boil water for coffee, and soon, steaming mugs were passed around. Another friend cut up bread and set up plates. A party was forming around our site.

Meanwhile, I created little nests in the sauce, dropping eggs one by one into their burrows. I stirred the sauce slowly, sipping my coffee, shielding my eyes from the rising sun. Sweat beads were starting to form at the nape of my neck, but I knew I still had work to do.

A LABOUR OF LOVE
Eggplant shakshuka is a labour of love, a slow dish that is not to be rushed; it takes time and patience, letting its smell be a clear invitation to work up an appetite. And it is best made on an open flame, with the call of birds and the smell of pine needles all around you.

But when it is ready, it happens all at once; the yolks are still quivering in their encasement, their centres still a little runny. It works on its own time, demanding respect but waiting for no one, this eggplant shakshuka.

And so it was. When the yolks had barely set, I spooned mounds of thick, chunky tomato and eggplant sauce onto plates. Inside them, eggs were nestled precariously, threatening to prematurely spill their centres with one wrong move.

When the eggplant shakshuka hit the table, the only sounds became the scraping of forks against metal camping plates, the slurping of more coffee, and the eternal singing of birds. Thick-crusted bread was used to sop up the leftover juices; the more juices, the better.

Buoyed by the food and cups of milky coffee, my friends raised their voices. Someone told a joke and laughter spilled forth from the group, unguarded. Another told high tales of last night’s shenanigans.

And as I mopped up the last of the sauce, accepting compliments on the food, I understood that there was another basic ingredient in any good eggplant shakshuka: camaraderie. And thanks to the binding power of food, I had managed to create just that

You do not need to wait until a camping trip or a music festival to make this dish. You don’t even have to make it for breakfast – in Israeli, shakshuka often serves as lunch or dinner.

You can omit the eggplant, and make shakshuka on a budget with one can of tomatoes (buying them in bulk is even cheaper). It can also be easily scaled up and down, feeding two or a crowd.

I made it twice last month, once for my whole family, and then again on a quiet Sunday morning for G and I. Both times, the sauce thickened just so, though I overcooked the eggs. And yet, the magic of shakshuka was so strong that it did not matter.

Paired with sharp cheeses, tangy yogurt, and crusty bread, eggplant shakshuka was enough to make everyone feel a little bit better, and just a bit closer to each other

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