**Note: My post disappeared on me so I am doing this for the second time, sorry if I put it someplace inappropriate.***
I was just relating how I am the lone dissenter on polenta, but my first polenta experience was a doozy. I was 17 years old and I had won a scholarship from White House Correspondents Association, which meant this big gala dinner with the President, Bush, Sr. The coordinator had told me what was on the menu, but I guess it slipped my mind because it was an immediate disappointment. There was filet mignon, and I haven't eaten beef since I was 12. Squash and Zuchini the only two veggies I can't stand. And there was polenta. I didn't know what it was at the time and theoretically it was the only thing on the plate that I could eat. So I dove in and almost gagged on the man next to me. Of course I was sitting at the table with these hotshots in politics and journalism. It was so embarrassing, but one of them sidles up to me and whispers, "I could go for some fried chicken right now." We had a good laughter.
Later, dessert was being served and it was the most beautiful chocolate creation I had ever seen. I was ready for the dismount, when I get a tap on the shoulder. It was time for me to have my handshake with the President. I never got to eat dessert, which means I didn't get to each much at all. I think I had some bread. I have avoided polenta like the plague since. I mean who hates broccoli but loves polenta? C'mon!
If you can't tell, I am the most finicky person I know.