I come from a family that loves food, no question about it. My Dad is a restaurant owner, and has always spread his passion for delicious food, beautiful presentation, and the whole family gathered around laughing and eating. This was my childhood- Arabic breakfast on Sunday mornings where everyone uses bread instead of silverware and even after all these years, gushes about how good the spread is throughout the entire meal. Or Friday nights all singing and laughing in the kitchen as my Dad fixed our favorite, homemade french fries with a spread of dips and salads we again ate with bread instead of a spoon. When I think of my parents and sisters gathered like that I feel really nostalgic for the rare times we’re all together anymore….