My German nana taught me this and it’s stayed with us since!

This dish became a quiet family tradition—served at Sunday dinners, shared during holidays, and always requested when someone needed a little comfort. It’s warm, hearty, and unmistakably German, with that special something only a grandmother can add.

It’s not just food. It’s heritage. It’s love. And every bite reminds me that the best recipes aren’t written—they’re remembered.

Keep reading for the full recipe, and maybe, just maybe, it’ll become part of your story too.

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