I thought about it, briefly. And then I decided not to attempt the tarte Tatin-looking dish that was the crowning glory of the Pixar movie Ratatouille.
I decided not even to cook the vegetables separately, and then combine them after.
I wanted merge, moosh, munch.
So into the same pot they all went, one at a time, until a summer stew was achieved. Yes, I cooked the eggplant first and then removed it. Next the onion. The garlic. The red bell peppers. The zucchini. The tomatoes. Basil bundle. Eggplant back into the pot, and a little extra simmer time.
My recipe said "it tastes even better the next day." But we didn't want to wait. There would be plenty of leftovers for the next day, in case that was true.
It tasted GREAT the first day, because, I believe — the ingredients were so fresh and local. The only ingredients that hadn't grown in my yard were the onions, garlic and peppers (and I think I'll try planting some next year).
The next day? Softer, mellower. Not discernably "better," but soupy and nice.
The day after? Into an omelet. Mmmm.