Grew up in an Italian family, but we never ate polenta. My grandmother thought it was "peasant food." (She would know, coming from a desperately poor family.) So my mom never made it.
Moved to the South, discovered grits. Most places around here, grits are terrible. Watery, flavorless, or all salt. But, stone ground grits made with lots of butter and cream, then baked with a couple of eggs for body and texture, and some grated sharp cheddar for flavor - now that's good.
Discovered posole out West, started making it at home. The best dried posole we've found is from Rancho Gordo; cook it in an instant pot. Seriously. Now our daughter lives in New Mexico, and if I ever get to visit her again I will eat my fill of posole and various item smothered in red and green chile.