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Isolation Photo Project, Day 98: Grits, Polenta and Cou-Cou

I did some detective work on Google, skimmed an online gastronomic history paper, blog posts and learned some interesting facts regarding polenta.

I went down a rabbit hole this morning. I was perusing the website at Bone-In-Food and arrived upon their cornmeal listing at Corn Grits (Polenta). To my knowledge, only one is the appropriate description of what is being offered for sale.

I did some detective work on Google, skimmed an online gastronomic history paper, blog posts and found some interesting facts regarding polenta and grits.

Even before maize arrived in Italy via the geography-challenged Columbus, ground-dried chestnuts and farro were used in early Roman dishes that resembled the now-popular polenta. The polenta was historically made from other grains. The familiar food we call polenta was not made from corn until hundreds of years after the Italian navigation genius Christopher Columbus got lost and landed in Cuba. Corn itself was not introduced into Europe until 1650.

Pulemntum was the staple cuisine of Roman soldiers, whose field ration consisted of two pounds of grain. The soldiers would toast the grain on a hot stone oven fire, crush it, and store it in their haversacks. When they stopped and constructed a bivouac, the soldiers would grind the grain to a gruel-like consistency and boil it to form a porridge. The soldiers would consume it in this form or allow it to harden into a semi-leavened cake.

The word "grits" may be derived from "grist", which is the name indigenous people in Virginia gave to a ground corn dish they ate and shared with British colonists. In the American South, stone-ground cornmeal or grits are a cornerstone of their cuisine. Creamy, buttery grits are one of my favourite breakfast items, but I also like them served with a bit of savoury crawfish on top. But even before the European explorers came West, the native peoples of North America were eating a dish of mashed corn, as corn was a prevalent crop.

Polenta can be prepared similarly and look like grits, where the confusion may lie. But grits are made from a less sweet, starchy variety of corn. The grind is also different.

I grew up eating another dish made with corn meal that may be older than grits and polenta; the Eastern Caribbean dish called cou-cou.

Cou-cou, cou-cou (as it is known in the Windward Islands), or fungi (as it is known in the Leeward Islands and Dominica) makes up part of the national dishes of Antigua and Barbuda, Barbados, British Virgin Islands and the U.S. Virgin Islands. It consists mainly of cornmeal (corn flour) and okra (ochroes).

The geographical origin of okra is disputed, but various experts suggest a South Asian, Ethiopian and West African heritage. Because these primary components are inexpensive, the dish became standard for many residents of the British West Indies' early colonial history. cou-cou derived from the islands' African ancestry and was a regular meal by enslaved Africans in Barbados.

The ingredients are simple, but for some, there is an art to making it.

A unique cooking utensil called a "cou-cou stick", or "fungi stick", is used in its preparation. A cou-cou stick is made of wood and has a long, flat rectangular shape like a 1-foot-long (30 cm) miniature cricket bat.

The fungi dish takes on a firm texture by stirring, and the fungi stick makes it easier to mix in a large pot.

When I was a boy living in Bequia, I remember visiting with my grandmother and watching her make cou-cou. Like many people in the Windward Islands, my grandmother customarily made her cou-cou without okra. She knew I wouldn’t say I liked the slimy fruit. cou-cou without okra is called fungee, or fungi, pronounced: "foon-jee". My grandmother would make a large pot of fungi, store it somewhere cool, and during the week, she would serve rectangles of fried fungi with fried sprat, a type of small herring.

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Isolation Photo Project, Day 97

The outdoor seating areas set up by the township looked like a large family picnic.

Since last week I have stressed over something that I am dreading. I think it is affecting my sleep patterns, and my anxiety is heightened.

In February, Mom had come to New Jersey for an extended stay with us. But after just a few weeks her hip started bothering her, so she travelled back to Charlotte, North Carolina for physical therapy and was expected to return to New Jersey in two weeks. But then our governor put the state on lockdown, and she couldn’t return. She's been in Charlotte since then.

Mom has had enough of being cooped up inside my brother's home. She’s not happy with the situation. I have spoken to my brothers about what to do, but Mom wants to wait out the global pandemic in the family home in Kingstown, St. Vincent. The airlines serving St. Vincent & The Grenadines are running weekly flights out of Miami, but there are no flights directly from Charlotte to Miami. She would fly to Florida, stay overnight in a hotel, and then take the next early morning flight to St. Vincent.

I am concerned about the exposure risk from two plane flights, an overnight stay in a hotel, and the Uber car ride to the airport. Because of her hip, Mom sometimes needs a wheelchair. I do not trust the cleaning and safety protocols of the airlines and random Uber drivers.

Then there are the requirements set by the government of St. Vincent for passengers arriving from non-CARICOM countries. She will need an IgG and IgM COVID test taken 2-5 days before travel. The results have to be negative. If she does not have these tests done, they will test her at the airport, but she’ll be quarantined for 14 days in a government facility at her expense. I am anxious about solving the logistics of transportation from the airport, acquiring food, stocking her suitcase with essentials for 14 days.

My anxiety isn't helped by news of the rapid spread of COVID-19 in states like Florida, Texas and Arizona. People in those states are behaving like they had immunity to the virus. Or they don't care about society. But perhaps I am too harsh. Bhavna and I were in Princeton for a walk, but after just two blocks, we realised that social distancing on the sidewalks was not possible. The outdoor seating areas set up by the township looked like a large family picnic. We gave up and went home.

I use Ritchie's CineStill 800T Film Simulation recipe for this shot.

Argh!

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