Some recipes are more than just meals—they’re memories on a plate. My mom’s stroganoff was a staple of my childhood, a dish that wrapped us in warmth with every creamy, savory bite. Over time, I made a few small tweaks, like swapping canned mushrooms for fresh and adding a touch of garlic for extra depth. But at its core, it remains the same: a comforting, homey dish that reminds me where I come from and the joy of sharing food with family.