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My Cuban mother taps out at grilled cheese sandwiches and arroz con pollo. My Lebanese father is living proof there can be no peace in the middle east, but no one notices. They’re busy letting him feed them the best food of their lives.

Everything I know about food comes from passion, dysfunction and every decision I’ve made to get one step closer to that next bite.

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