[Sca-cooks] Winter comfort food...

[Jeff Gedney]

>
>Question: If you put maple syrup on it, are you allowed by  
>International Law to call it polenta and not mush?
>
>Hey, I'm up for it in concept; don't get me wrong. My question is  
>purely one of nomenclature.

I' 'spose. I dont care much either way.
I just love the soft creamy inside flowing out of the 
crisp outsides, mixing with the melted butter and 
maple... 

You have a feeling inside like you are eating pancakes 
and oatmeal at the same time... Damn I cant explain it.
its good. that's all 

>
>I was talking to my mother about this yesterday, and she said that  
>_her_ mother (she who had singlehandedly defeated a group of KKK  
>riders -- well, walkers, maybe, with a broom and invective at twenty  
>paces) used to make a thick macaroni soup from only milk, flour,  
>butter, onion, nutmeg, salt and pepper, and a cooked macaroni product  
>that resembled soda straws, like perciatelli, but with a larger  
>diameter opening.
>

Wow, I will have to try that. Thanks for the idea.
No cheese in that? just a cream type soup? 
wow. the nutmeg is inspired... If a judicious amount it 
will round out the flavor profile nicely, but too much 
might make it too, er, "noggy".  A light hand with it
would be key, expecially if fresh.

Have you made it? Any pointers? 

>Ah, the healing power of bechamel... ;-)

Too true, too true.
Seems that bechamel is the most nurturing of the "mother 
sauces". 

I wonder what "motherly" attributes one might ascribe to 
the others?

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- Help! I am being pecked to death by the Ducks of Dilletanteism! 
There are SO damn many more things I want to try in 
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It's killing me!!!

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You stand upon the ravage and behold
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