I’d just finished writing my memoir Siren's Feast, An Edible Odyssey, a
coming of age tale filled with recipes from my Armenian youth, my
vegetarian restaurant on the island of Ibiza and various exotic locales
I’d spent time in.
When I first told people I had written an autobiographical cookbook, they offered perplexed looks.
“A what?” was the usual response.
An editor at a large publishing house told me my combination autobiography/cookbook was not feasible for a large bookstore display.
“Where would it be placed?” she asked. “In the cookbook section? With the travel writing? The biographies?”
“Put it everywhere,” I told her. “People will figure it out.”