




I began feeling odd four days ago. That tight, headachey feeling in my head. The flickering feverish feeling that wouldn't go away, even after hot showers with lemon verbena scrub, or peppermint and thyme baths. Three days ago I made some lovely sardine toasts, with Thai sardines and hot sauce. I couldn't even think of eating them. Then I made roasted walnuts with rosemary and hot peppers, salt and thyme. I scraped them into a jar and put them in the cupboard. The more I couldn't eat, the hungrier I got.
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That's when I remembered polenta. Creamy, wonderful polenta made with roasted chicken broth and finely ground cornmeal, which I've been eating for three days now, graduating from a baby rice cereal texture, to a hardier almost-polenta-cake. I even added a little cheese today.
I've watched a lot of the Cooking Channel, new to me. I fumed over a horrible book about politics and agribusiness called The End of Food, and could only breathe when I got to the last chapter, one that airily mentions locavores, farmers markets and organic farms, dubiously. I looked out the window a lot. Now that I'm on the mend, I'm back to scribbling down recipes for Thanksgiving and hoping for an oozy, cheesey and veggie laden forkful of omelet.
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Creamy Polenta with roasted chicken broth and cheddar
Makes 2 servings or so
2 cups roasted chicken broth or stock
1/2 t. kosher salt
3/4 cup finely ground cornmeal
1 t. butter or olive oil
1/2 cup shredded cheddar or parmesan (optional)
Bring the broth or stock, salt, and oil or butter to a boil.
Slowly, very slowly, whisk in the cornmeal, tablespoon by tablespoon. If you dump it in quickly, it will clump up and will be inedible.
Keep stirring the polenta for another five minutes, adding the cheese, if you're using it.
Pour into a shallow bowl and eat.
You can also make little cakes by oiling ramekins, and pouring the polenta into them.
They can go in the fridge, covered, then unmolded and fried in a skillet for breakfast.
Be well!
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