It was round 7:00 PM in an open-air kitchen, surrounded by the dense jungles of Sri Lanka and the chirping of frogs, when I discovered the name of the dish in front of me: wambatu moju.
“Also, some say, pickled brinjals,” said Suchar, my chef and cooking class teacher for the evening.
Before him, Suchar had laid out a selection of knobby vegetables and fruits: tomatoes, green beans, pumpkin, ash bananas, beets, jackfruit, red onions, and, finally, eggplant. But when he’d asked me what I wanted to make that evening, I only had eyes for one: the shiny purple eggplant.