honestly cannot believe I finally found this recipe. The moment I made it, the memories came flooding back. My grandma used to make these every single holiday, without fail. They were always set out on the table like they were no big deal… but to me, they were everything.
As a little girl, I’d hover around the kitchen pretending I wasn’t interested, then sneak one when she wasn’t looking. Then another. And another. I knew if I got caught, she’d laugh and pretend to scold me — but somehow the plate always ended up empty anyway.
Fast forward all these years later, and I thought that flavor was gone forever. No recipe, no notes, just a memory I couldn’t quite recreate. Until now. One bite and I was right back in her kitchen, surrounded by laughter, holiday noise, and that warm, comforting feeling only grandma’s cooking could give.
I made these for my family and watched their faces light up the same way mine used to. Plates were cleared, seconds were requested, and someone even tried to hide a few for later — which made me smile because apparently that runs in the family.
This recipe isn’t just food. It’s nostalgia. It’s tradition. It’s holidays wrapped up in one perfect bite. And I can promise you this: once you make it, it’s going straight into your “never lose this” collection.
If you grew up with a recipe that felt like love on a plate, you already understand. And if you didn’t — this one might just become that recipe for your family ❤️
✨ Would you save this recipe or make it for your next gathering? ✨
