Looming large in the culinary mythos of the guy family is the story of eggplant and clam casserole.
Decades after it made its only appearance at our table, middleguysis is still talking about how awful it was. Imagine my surprise, then, when I found the recipe in the grand mamoo's recipe file this week. She isn't ready to agree that the recipe has no merit. I have no means to judge, since I wasn't born at the time that the offending casserole was served.
I have half a mind to make this recipe myself, just to test the theory that no good can come of these ingredients prepared in this manner.
Enjoy.
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