A friend once called me the Picasso of the Potato. I’m a first generation Armenian-American whose family narrowly escaped genocide. Leaving the security of suburban life to wander the globe, I established the first vegetarian restaurant in Spain, on the magical island of Ibiza. After a stint dancing cabaret in Syria I spent 16 months incarcerated in an infamous London prison, along with my newborn baby where I managed, even there, to pioneer a healthy way of eating. Of my culinary memoir Siren’s Feast, An Edible Odyssey, Quincy Jones said: “A spicy brew of recipes and adventures. I don’t know whether to eat this book, smoke it or make love to it.”
Siren’s Feast—part cookbook, large part raucous memoir.