This time of year reminds me of a ritual in the small Illinois town I grew up in. Italians were probably the most prevalent ancestry there. They all came from the Piedmont area of northern Italy. Some time around Christmas or at least in the winter, families would have a bagna cauda night. It's pronounced bunyah cawdah.
I'm part Italian, but my grandma never made it that I can recall. My dad and I both can't cope with garlic, so I'm guessing my grandma couldn't either. Bagna cauda is the the most vile thing to me, but for garlic lovers, they go nuts over it. You can look up what it is. You might love it.
Anyone here ever had it?