Polentaphobia. It's not a joke.

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There are some days when things just don't seem to go right in the kitchen and, standing over a pile of what can only be referred to as disappointment, I find myself wanting to scream "Why me?". Tonight was one of those nights. Yes, it was day one of my Polenta Project. This seemingly harmless yellow grain has eluded me for many years now. Once every 2 years or so, all my hopes are renewed, and I give it another chance. Maybe this time, I think to myself, I'll discover the secret. Maybe this time I'll get it right. Let me point out that if it had gone well tonight, there would be a picture of it above this post, rather than the "what do those have to do with anything?" spices picture that is currently on display now. But I'm a very visual girl, and I just couldn't bear the thought of having another pictureless post.

So what is the problem? I'm a bright girl, aren't I? Just what is going on with Polenta that I can't seem to understand?
I'm stumped. And I refuse to be defeated. This time I will not wait another 2 years. And as a chill runs down my spine and the hair on my arms stands on end, I proclaim that I will face that yellow demon again tomorrow night, even if it kills me.