Dear diary,It's been a while since I wrote because we moved again and I just found you today among the moving boxes. So I am going to make a summary of the last time. Now we are in Concepción, which is a very nice city. I said goodbye to San Felipe with sadness, but also excited about what would be in our new home. And what we would eat. Because here there is sea, so dad promised he will give me to taste some delicious things that the fishermen pull out with their nets. In Conce we didn't have a house when we arrived, so we settled in a HOTEL! Just like in the movies. At night they left chocolates on our pillow and for breakfast we could take whatever we wanted. The best of all was the bread baked by Don Jose, the hotel cook, whom I watched every day working through the half-open kitchen door. It was so much fun living there, I wish we could have stayed there forever, but dad already found a house and we moved a few days ago.Yesterday was a round Saturday. It started out melancholic, continued amazing and ended super happy. I woke up very early missing my abuelitas, now that we live in the south we don't see them as much and I miss them a lot. Last night I dreamt about my grandma Checha. She came to see us and brought us a giant pot of lemon chicken. So I woke up with the taste of delicious chicken in my mouth and with a sad heart, also longing for my grandmother Marta and the aromas of her kitchen. Mom noticed and, as soon as we finished breakfast, she asked me to go with her to buy fruits and vegetables. That's how I got to know the fair, the most incredible place in the world. There were many colorful stalls, the most beautiful vegetables I have ever seen and the vendors were shouting loudly to offer their products. It is pure life in that place! "Ya, casera, you're going to take the garlic, the good garlic, the garlic for the husband, so he won't fall asleep", shouted a lady with a polka dot apron, while a gentleman offered pumpkins saying that they were "the best for legs, hair and blue eyes". Mom walked slowly among the different stalls, smelled the fruit, contemplated the tomatoes and carefully chose what she was going to buy. I looked from one side to the other, impressed with each thing I saw, with the sounds and the smells, with so much love that was everywhere.-Eating is much more than feeding, Fer- mom whispered to me, while she pointed out to a landlord the most hidden watermelon of all. -It is a beautiful art, made by carefully choosing the ingredients, cooking with love, dressing the table beautifully and sharing the food with those we love. When we cook we say many things, we show love and tell our story.At the fair all my sorrows were taken away and, when I returned home, the surprises continued. Dad had gone to the port with my sister and a lot of different aromas danced in the messy kitchen.-Come closer, mijita, today you are going to taste the delicacies of our sea- he shouted excitedly, offering me between his fingers an elongated shell with a soapy tongue inside.-That's disgusting, Dad! I'm not going to eat that filth!-Daughter, be respectful with the fruits that the ocean gives us. This "filth", as you call it, is called "macha". And it is the tastiest thing you can imagine. It has an intense flavor and you will love it. Trust me.
And so I did. I closed my eyes tightly, wrinkled my nose and swallowed saliva before opening my lips. A second later, an explosion of flavor in my mouth. First, strange. Then, delicious.-Yummy, Dad, I want to eat them all!Here's an ode I came up with for the macha :
Macha of the seas
That you came all the way to my mouth
Don't ever leave me
That you have driven me crazyNow I go to sleep happy, with my belly full of machas and my heart very happy, my head full of ideas and my soul full of dreams. Or decrees, which are the dreams that come true. And today I decree that I will be the best cook in the world, I will have a restaurant near the sea, I will go to the fair every morning, I will invent the most delicious recipes and I will tell many stories through them.But, dear diary, this is still a secret, so do not tell anyone. Tomorrow I'm going to wait for mom to take her nap before I get down to work.Fernanda Fuentes Cárdenas is a professional chef and amateur poet, owner of the Nub restaurant in Tenerife and the only Chilean to have been awarded a Michelin star for her cuisine. In 2022 she will open her first restaurant in Santiago, where she hopes to continue rescuing culinary heritage and transmitting the history of her roots through her creations.