Every now and then I think I like polenta. I buy some and make a lot of mamaliga, a comfort food with cottage cheese on top of the polenta baked in the oven. I first had it Cernovtsy in the Romanian part of Ukraine that my Dad is supposed to come from.
As soon as I take it out of the oven I remember what happened last time: I made too much, had to eat it every day and got heartily sick of it. It seems attractive at first, a small square of polenta with a white layer of cheese on top. It certainly is instant food: 1 minute in the microwave is all it takes. It certainly is filling for dinner when you come home to tired to cook. But I always make too much.
And so I did this time. With a packet of ready made polenta and no measuring jug for the water, I found I had made more than enough for a week. And the small dish available made it into a thicker slab than I would have liked. I had only enough German feta cheese in a packet to cover it very thinly so what to do? I cooked it anyway and when it came out of the oven, I announced the problem to the two women in the house with me.
To my enormous surprise, they pronounced it delicious and within two days it has all gone. Everyone approves of it as comfort food.
Next time we will try syrniki, if I can find proper cottage cheese. I have lived on them for days.