What do you love best about the holidays? Is it the festive decorating, the time spent with family and friends, the delicious foods that only come out once a year, or the glory and revelation of the season? In my big Italian family, the holidays always meant lots of laughter, an overabundance of food, crazy shenanigans and the joy of being with a large, loving group of relatives. On Christmas Eve, we would gather at my grandparents’ house. The adults would drink wine, talk and cook in the kitchen, while us kids would peek at the gifts under the tree, rearrange the Nativity (the kings were still traveling and baby Jesus hadn’t made an appearance yet) and sneak hot chestnuts off the table. When it came time to eat, overflowing…
