Gastronomic Meditations: Making Peace with Polenta

Going to my aunt and uncle’s lake house meant a lot to me as a child. It meant that summer was finally at an end, school would be starting in a matter of hours, and I would be facing a dish of polenta before the sun went down.

My aunt and uncle are Italian-American, and not actually relatives. It made perfect sense to call them so, since there was usually nothing to make me feel like anything but family; if it weren’t for the polenta, I might have attained full-blood status.

How well I remember my first taste. (read more)


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