This evening there were guests in from Lebanon. As to honor their country I made a traditional Kibbeh Nayye and served it as the appetizer with handmade pita bread. The woman matriarch of the family came into the kichen and grabbed my hand. With tears streaming down her eyes she told me the Kibbeh I prepared reminded her of the stuff she grew up with but has never been able to duplicate. She bent my head forward to kiss my forehead and then returned to the dining room. WOW!