For my father, the last King of Assyria, whose call for help rescued our relationship and helped me find my voice.
For Valerie, my Greek writing muse, who chartered a course through the highs and lows of my imagination.
Hannah- my extraordinary mother, outstanding cook and homemaker, who showed me the way to everyone’s heart.
Ari- who teaches me more than I have taught him. Yes, my son, you’re always right.
Anna- who has taken her place among the generations of good cooks in our family, now her hand stirs the pot.
Mary- love of my life, frequent lifesaver, and beautiful friend.
Danny- best friend, sidekick, green grower, wordsmith, and provider of hilarity.
Chris and Ruthie- my Cincinnati family who have provided ongoing love and support since I arrived in my adopted city.
Nora- who has inherited the art of food preparation and story telling from those who came before us.
Gwen- my first and foremost Cincinnati friend, always the voice of reason, and truth.
Iris and Henry- regulars at my table, chosen family, and the best company to keep.
Sue- always the patron of all my ‘arts’, constant supporter, service model, fearless warrior, and loving caregiver to all.
Tina and Jeff- supportive friends and adopted family that provide me with a safe haven and all the comforts of home.
Ellen, who presided over my cooking classes, is a source of inspiration and an example of excellence.
Cooking School at Jungle Jim’s- where I have learned everything about cooking while teaching in their dream kitchen.
Jerusalem Market- a shopping trip to the old world and bakers of the best whole wheat pita.
A heartfelt thanks to all.