A workmate brought these samples back from New York City — a splash of exotic color in our otherwise albino milieu. I didn’t have high hopes. One is made from creamed eggplant (a food I rejected way back on Day 22) and the other is an unpromising mix of mushed up walnuts and pomegranate molasses. Sounded disturbingly sweet. But it wasn’t. It was even rather pleasant. And the baba ganoush was good, too. The moral I’m taking away from the ganoush: if you don’t like something, just add garlic. A lot of garlic.