When I was living in Mt. Tabor, NJ, my friend and next-door neighbor found a recipe for Aubergines Imam Bayeldi in Elizabeth David's French Provincial Cooking. Did she/we ever make it? I can't remember. But we certainly talked about it enough, dramatically reciting the name of the recipe (which translates from the Turkish as "The Priest Swooned," allegedly because of the vast quantities of olive oil his wife needed to prepare the dish.) I left NJ in 1978. My neighbor and I have not been friends for almost 35 years. But I think of her often, and fondly, and always when I make this dish. I know I'm not the same person I was 35 years ago, and she probably isn't, either. Maybe I'll finally email her. Why not?