Earlier this week, my neighbor Sam called me all excited. “Grab your camera, go outside our apartment complex and check it out – they are filming the new Jim Carrey movie there! I can’t even get home, they have traffic stopped off and I’m going to the supermarket to kill time!”

So like good little paparazzi, I grabbed my camera and Matt, and we took a stroll.

Little did we know that this excursion would turn out to be REALLY BORING.

Oh, it looked exciting, with the cops and the flashing lights and the people talking into little headsets.

But here’s what it actually was. Since 1 o’clock that afternoon, the extras driving early-90s cars lined up alongside the road.

This producer chick would pace back and forth, talk into her radio, and repeatedly yell, “ARE YOU READY?” to the line of drivers.

Police would stop traffic.

And then… the line of cars led by a red truck driven by a JIM CARREY BODY DOUBLE… would… DRIVE AROUND IN A CIRCLE, OVER AND OVER!

I’m getting starstruck all over again, just thinking about it.

In other exciting news, there’s the eggplant. The eggplant has taunted me ever since I’ve been getting the organic veggies share. I like eggplants in theory, but couldn’t seem to cook them in a way I actually wanted to eat. I like the taste of eggplant parmesan, but for whatever reason, that is one of very few dishes in the universe guaranteed to rip my stomach to shreds. I tried Alton Brown’s eggplant steaks. Despite a marinade that smelled so delicious I wanted to drink it, this dish was awful. I could barely eat two bites.

I’m surprised I didn’t figure out the solution sooner. Like so many things in my life, the answer was contained in one of the best Valentine’s Day gifts I’ve ever received.

My grill.

I prepared the eggplants based loosely on this recipe, brushing the slices with a combination of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, parmesan and a little chopped fresh garlic.

I grilled them on one side, then flipped them and topped them with sliced roma tomatoes and feta cheese. AND THE SHADOW OF MY HEAD, because I am awesome photographer.

(By the way, this portion of my blog is dedicated to my buddy Meatpaws.) I wanted to take a photo of the mini-stacks on the grill, but our grill is so dirty I was too ashamed. I’ll show you the finished product, though.

So good. I only did three, though, just in case I hated them. So what am I doing with the last three slices?

Eating greek pizza on a pita bread crust every day of my damn life. Yum.

Vintage Jamie:

Corporate crap, leading to the culture of poverty that followed me from my college days to my radio days. I am unemployed and doing better than I was then. It’s because of a boy, though. I might as well be honest about it. Go Team Awesome!

And, pre-Fantasy Fest silliness. Nothing really to comment on there, and I’m sure you are sighing with relief – this is the longest thing I’ve written in a while.

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