When eggplant isn't eggplant

Michelle and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary last night. We went to an ordinary looking Japanese place with very good food. Michelle ordered; one of the dishes they brought was eggplant. Eggplant, baked with bonito (fish) flakes sprinkled on it.

It tasted like fish. It had the texture of fish. It was just like fish, and so little fish went into it.

Maybe the dish was developed in a poor rural culture, or when fish was scarce - I don't know.

Anyway, cool - making valuable stuff go further by sprinkling them into neutral or disregarded stuff. A pattern for the back of the brain.