“My husband said to never, ever make this again.”
And honestly? I took that as the biggest compliment I’ve ever received in the kitchen.
Let me explain… 😄
I made this on a random weeknight with zero expectations. Nothing fancy. No special occasion. Just one of those “let’s use what we have and hope for the best” dinners. I set the plate down, fully prepared for a casual “yeah, it’s good” response.
Instead, there was silence.
Then another bite.
Then another.
Halfway through his plate, my husband looks up and says, “You’re not allowed to make this again.”
My heart dropped for about two seconds… until he added,
“Because if you do, I’ll never want anything else.”
THAT’S when I knew this recipe was dangerous.
This is the kind of dish that makes people hover around the stove. The kind that disappears before you even sit down. The kind that has everyone asking, “What did you put in this?” even though the ingredients are simple, familiar, and probably already in your kitchen.
It’s rich without being heavy. Comforting without being boring. Every bite hits you with flavor, warmth, and that homemade magic that reminds you why cooking from scratch just feels different. No leftovers. No crumbs. No regrets.
I’ve served this to family, friends, picky eaters, and “I’m not that hungry” people — and every single time, the plates come back clean. It’s one of those recipes that quietly becomes a legend in your house. The one people request again… and again… and again.
So yes, my husband said never to make it again.
But let’s be real — it’s already on next week’s menu.
Save this. Bookmark it. Screenshot it.
Because once you make it, you’ll understand exactly why he said that.
