A lot of it probably has to do with the nostelgia that getting to eat that spectacular dish, desert, that only grandma, aunti, uncle, etc., makes to perfection only comes once, maybe twice a year at the holidays. As simply and silly as it seems, even something of the most basic gets cherished. You would hardly think that green onion wraps would be considered to look forward to but that is exactly what happens when one family member makes them, never a bad onion wrap in the lot, each sized in equal equations of the green onion, the cheese and the wrap. If there was ever anything such as the perfect green onion wrap each time, she can do it, nothing overpowers the other in each and every bite, though I could do without her gravy.