Hummus and Me – It’s Personal

I was born in Israel in 1975, and when I was two months old, my parents separated and went their own ways. My father, a restaurateur, was a rolling stone with a taste for gourmet food.

My earliest memories of him revolve around him deciding what he was going to eat. On the occasions when he would suddenly reappear into my young life, I can vividly remember being thrown into his world of delicious aromas and flavors, and the closeness that came from sharing these experiences with him. But eventually, he would always disappear again, leaving me nowhere, with an emptiness that made its home in the pit of my stomach.