Laurice lived through the Lebanese Civil War and, like most Lebanese, carried the quiet weight of that experience – but you would never have known. Her resilience was expressed not through words, but through the way she lived: with joy, grace, and an unwavering generosity of spirit. Her cooking reflected that strength – creative yet simple, abundant yet unpretentious, always rooted in a deep love for nourishing others.

In her kitchen, I found the heart of my heritage. She taught me the family recipes – a duty that would have traditionally belonged to my grandmother, her older sister – and with each dish, she passed down more than technique. She shared stories, history, and a way of life defined by love and endurance. I would sit and watch her move gracefully through the kitchen, cooking by instinct, by memory, and by heart. Those moments shaped me. Chef Lulu’s is my tribute to her – to her warmth, resilience, and the enduring legacy of food as love.