The result, as tasty as it was, just wasn’t very photogenic. When I scooped the portions out of the pan, they kind of oozed and goozed and slopped onto the plate. The beginning, then, is what I give you: polenta, sundried tomato chicken sausage and bell pepper awaiting a go in the skillet. We love polenta. Kid doesn’t. No matter how much marinara sauce is on it. Ah, well. At least he ate the sausage. You have to be happy with what you get when they’re at this age.