My grandma used to make this all the time, and somehow just the smell alone could pull everyone into the kitchen without her saying a word. I haven’t had it in years, and honestly, I didn’t realize how much I missed it until that first bite brought everything rushing back. The memories, the laughter, the way she cooked with so much love that no recipe was ever written down—just felt.
This is one of those dishes that doesn’t just fill your stomach, it fills your heart. It tastes exactly like I remember: comforting, familiar, and somehow even better than I imagined after all this time. Funny how food can do that—transport you back to being a kid, sitting at the table, impatiently waiting while grandma said, “It needs just a few more minutes.”
I’ve tried a lot of versions over the years, but nothing compares to the one she made. Still, recreating it now feels like keeping a piece of her alive, passing down something that deserves to be remembered and shared. Every bite reminds me why some recipes never go out of style—they’re timeless, just like the people who made them for us.
If you grew up with a grandma who cooked from the heart, you already understand. This isn’t just food… it’s tradition, love, and comfort all on one plate. And honestly? I still love it just as much as I used to—maybe even more now that I know how special it really is. ❤️
If this brought back memories of something your grandma used to make, let me know in the comments. Those are the recipes worth holding onto forever.
