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I wanted a supper that felt luxurious, so I fried up two slices of sourdough millet/sorghum polenta in butter. Whilst it was crisping, I sliced a super-ripe Sardinian variety of tomato, bought from Irene at our local market. I popped it in the cast iron pan alongside the polenta and then took an egg (also from Irene) and barely scrambled it in butter.
Sliding it all onto the plate, I wanted every last drop, so I drizzled the butter remaining in the pan over the top.