I had a strong dislike for eggplant anything all through my childhood and even as an adult. Clearly outgrown it now :)
The eggplant 🍆 bush is the most reliable one in my garden, never failing to give us fruit by the dozen. Remembering the early days of my kitchen garden, when I would joke to my dad (bless his soul) that if he comes to my house- the menu will be Brinjal curry, brinjal sambar, brinjal Chutney, brinjal rasam and brinjal thokku with thayir sadham. And he would say this is a sneaky way to say "don't come home". When a parent passes away, even a funny memory associated with them brings tears to your eyes. Miss you, Appa!