Bagna Calda Night

Bagna Calda Night has been attended by the Wiskerchen (and relatives) clan for, man, probably 20+ years. This was my second year in attendance. Anything I do twice is considered, on my island, tradition.

20 or so gather in the heavy, plastic enclosed porch at Chris' aunt and uncle's out near Mogul. Space heaters keep us warm. Wine flows. 8 electric skillets with oil, garlic and butter await our dumping meat, veggies and more meat and veggies in the hot, bubbling love.

Bagna Calda is absolutely a smell disaster. You REEK after, so the preferred method is wear old clothes that you don't mind getting messed up with stank. Last year, Chris surmised that we should just shop Saver's for the clothes. One thing leads to the next and you've got yourself a multi generational freak show with flare to spare.

Enjoy... (click on any photo to link to the slideshow)