That is the question.
And the jury’s still out on that one. I want to like it. I do. I love it as corn bread, I love its dear friend, semolina. But as polenta? I’m still not convinced.
Author / Melanie
I must admit, it has been a rough couple of days with our new girl in town. Settling in, getting used to each other, late nights and lots of practicing…I feel like we’re finally getting somewhere.
Oh hello there, please allow me to introduce to you the newest addition to my family.
It happened this morning, innocently enough. It was a moment of weakness. I went to the store for some laundry detergent and out I came with my baby.
Ok. So now that I’ve laid all my cards on the table, let me tell you more about the recipe that got me to turn my back on my beloved Saturday pancakes.
So you and me, we’re just starting to get to know each other. I tell you something about me, you tell me something about you, and before we know it, we’ve got a THANG going on. A food thang.
A love of rich, gooey, delicious morsels.
If my greens look like this, then no problem.
Last night after devouring the latest Donna Hay magazine—always a mouth watering experience—I realized that I just couldn’t settle for the same old meals in my recipe rotation.
After last week’s visit to Pizzeria Libretto I was inspired.
I have just one word for you: Panettone.
