My friend Sarah invited me over for a holiday lunch the other day and made these beautiful stacks of polenta, tomato sauce, roasted eggplant, and Parmesan cheese. I don't have a recipe for you because Sarah is an incredibly talented cook who makes these things up as she goes, I think. At least, I never saw a recipe here.
I love being at Sarah's. It's my favorite house in Portland. It's golden and beautiful and filled with little kids and toys and books and an enormous golden retriever and people I love. It has the most gorgeous kitchen and every time I sit down at that huge marble kitchen-island I feel myself sink into my seat so thoroughly that I don't seem to be able to leave. I just like to sit and watch it all. The whole afternoon goes by. Lovely.
Next week we are going to make something savory together, so I'll show you that, I promise. I'll be trying the brownies again today and will post a recipe for that if they turn out better — last time I just had too many things going on simultaneously in that poor little brownie and not enough brownie, and it seriously was not good. Those were more . . . peppermint circus. I'm going for more of a . . . peppermint recorder solo. Stay tuned.