Dear Melissa

I’m sorry for all the unintelligible scrawled recipes you were forced to decipher and type. I am sorry for all the calls at 6 a.m. or midnight asking you how to use my printer or to remind me what time we’re meeting the next day. I am sorry for sending you to four or five markets to gather all the ingredients I needed for testing. I am not sorry that I found you to help with the book, which wouldn’t have gotten done without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!