There was a time when I shied away from making polenta at home.
When I was young, I was fiercely interested in everything my Grandma did. She was an amazing woman. She was a Vermonter to the bone, she hooked the most beautiful rugs you’ve ever seen, and most importantly, she cooked SO many delicious things. Better yet, she had a lot of great tricks for how to NOT be wasteful (she grew up during the Depression, mind you!). I always found it fascinating, and it really puts things into perspective.
For example, she showed me how to use leftover pie crust trimmings. She would cut them into triangle shapes, place them on a baking sheet and sprinkle cinnamon and sugar over them. Then she’d pop them into the oven and in a few minutes’ time, they’d come out as wonderful delicious little cookies. What a treat for the cook! (And the cook’s granddaughter.)
That’s really just a taste of what she taught me. Pun intended.