[Sca-cooks] Winter comfort food...
Jeff Gedney
gedney1 at iconn.net
Mon Dec 5 09:19:10 PST 2005
>
>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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There are SO damn many more things I want to try in
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It's killing me!!!
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