I enjoy most food and I very rarely get a craving for a particular thing. Usually, I do not care much what it is as long as there is enough of it (my "enough" = "A LOT" for most people). But today in the morning I really missed babaganoush without the tahini like I used to have in Istanbul all the time (and a Moldovan version of it in Moldova) and I mentioned it in passing at breakfast. Then I left for a couple of meetings in Zadar. When I drove back home in the evening, I had a huge plate of babaganoush without the tahini exactly like I used to have in Istanbul with some pita bread waiting for me. Helga made it and it was so bloody good, smokey aubergines and all. My wife is awesome.