I'm chicken to let this baby get any larger on the plant, even though I won't be cooking it today.
Something this fresh — could you imagine ever buying an eggplant at your grocery store that was any less than two days old? — will probably still be OK tomorrow, when I convert it (and much more yard produce) into my summer's first ratatouille (not counting the movie).
I just didn't want it to keep growing to the point of woodiness.
I was probably over-concerned. This baby, a common variety called Black Beauty, is only about 6 inches long. Seven.
OK, vegetables, schmuh... I'm just happy because Gonzo resigned.