Apparently
I’m not the only one who loves polenta cake. The Italians like it so
much that it’s called Amor Polenta. Which means “Polenta Love.”
Well,
at least that’s what I thought it meant, because amour in
French means “love.” And I assumed that it was the same in Italian.
(Another reason for finally getting on that life-long ambition to live
in Italy and learn Italian.) But for now, checking in an Italian
dictionary, I found out that “amor” means “sake.” (As in, for the
purpose of.) So I’m not sure how it got its name, but this cake makes a
pretty good argument for the sake of whisking polenta into a cake.
I’m
one of those people who is completely crazy for anything with cornmeal,
from corn bread to even a kind of kooky polenta ice
cream that I’m sure no one else has ever made, because I
used a completely obscure
polenta that very, very few people can get their hands on.
But I felt compelled to make it, for the sake of using up a little bag
of that polenta that I had.
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