"Polenta is one
of those ageless culinary lords, like bread. It has sprung from
the hunger of mankind, and without apparent effort has always
carried with it a feeling of strength and dignity and well being.
It costs little to prepare, if there is a little to spend, or
it can be extravagantly, opulently odorous with wines and such.
It can be made doggedly, with one ear cocked for the old wolf's
sniffing under the door, or it can be turned out as a well-nourished
gesture to other simpler days. But no matter what conceits it
may be decked with, its fundamental simplicity survives, to
comfort our souls as well as our bellies, the way a good solid
fugue does, or a warm morning in spring." - M.F.K, How to Cook
a Wolf¸1942