My Nana Lulu made eggplant parmigiana pretty much every Friday for her family as the course before her homemade pizza. It was the best and I absolutely lived for it. The funniest part was that no matter how many of us were coming, she would make the same amount. So if there were a lot of us it sometimes meant that my dad and I would fight over having the last piece! Ha! He always let me have it of course. It’s heartbreaking to me that she never wrote how she made it down. Whenever I asked her, she just shrugged and held up her hands to say that it was all by feel. So this version is only a shadow of the magic that woman would create, but it was still pretty darn incredible.