Eggplant rollatini is among my favorite dishes. Smoky eggplant stuffed with creamy ricotta in a flavorful sauce. How could you go wrong? It's also something I'm more likely to buy than make. When I was in school on weekends (the aforementioned days when I'd come home at 4 or 5 and Sous Chef Brian was home all day and he'd tell me he forgot to eat), sometimes I'd pay a million dollars to get eggplant rollatini from this place a lot of people have heard of that I won't name. And we'd bring it home and heat it up and it was the best dinner ever. Then one time I got it and it was fuzzy. Like, blue mold fuzzy. So that ended that. Mmm, hungry yet?
This other time recently I went to this Italian place (I'm in a neighborhood with a lot of that) and ordered the eggplant rollatini and it was A. stuffed with mozzarella or some other gooey, flavorless cheese and B. full on drowned in a thick cream sauce. I'm all for creamy and cheesy, those are two of my favorite things, but if it makes it so you can't taste the rest of your food, what's the point?
So I got these eggplants, and I had that sauce and I had a plan.