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Published 2014
I came to proper polenta late in my life, but better late than never. Despite frequent trips to Italy, I hadn’t ordered or been offered it there, and home time or work in the UK always saw me use the quick-cook option - that is, until 10 years ago, up on the Italian-Swiss border. There I sat with a delicious bottle of light red wine next to a wood-fired stove. It was bitterly cold, with treacherous hard crunchy brown ice on the road outside. Our hostess brought a big pan of water to the boi