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&lt;p&gt;Saturday, November 29, 2008: Surprisingly, some people don't know what polenta is. Simply put, polenta is like grits, except that it's Italian. It has long been a staple of Italian and Argentine cooking. You can get instant polenta or the kind that takes 5 minutes to cook. Then you can eat it by itself (not recommended) or add butter, Brie cheese, salt, tomato sauce with or without chicken or meat and enjoy.&amp;nbsp;Polenta is down home food at its best.&lt;/p&gt; 
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Friday, March 14, 2008: At dinner tonight I asked for a second piece of foccaccia. I don’t know, Alex said. I don’t know means no. Why don’t you have a piece of white sandwich bread? I shook my head. Thanks but no thanks. There were 3 pieces of foccaccia on a plate. Their plates are always fuller than mine. May I have a piece of foccaccia? Her daughter Terry asked Alex. Of course, honey, she smiled. I got up from my seat and put my plate in the dishwasher.
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