Guest Post: @copyrider

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Family and food.

Everything I do is in some way inspired by my family and/or eating. It’s my persistent motivation and my constant struggle.

My family lives in Los Angeles. Every Friday night, 20+ family members pour into my grandmother’s house for the traditional Syrian meal we’ve all grown to love and look forward to. It’s the one place where the bullshit is left at the front door and from the second you’re inside, it’s all about love, Lakers, and food from 6:30-9:30 pm.

Living in NYC, I’ve tried to adhere to the mantra that Fridays are for loving, not for fighting.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop me from missing the delicious spread my family gets to gorge on. Or from missing the banter between my cousins and I, the endless entertainment from the little ones, and the bear hugs from my dad.

But most of all, I miss the food. Why’s it gotta be so damn delicious?!