How I Became A Chef pt.2

We were wealthy back then, thanks to my grandfathers lifelong hard work, so we had cooks. They cooked very meal. Some were phenomenal, some.. well it was just a job to them so the effort was never there. 

But they were part o the family. They helped raise me and my siblings. 

Got us dressed for school in the morning. Arepas and cafe con leche every day. Followed by a folic acid shot chaser and a mouthful of flinstone vitamins.. oh how I miss them, don’t know why they don't make them for adults!

There was a maid that I will remember forever. Her name was Victoria, she worked for my grandfather for over 40 ears. Till the bells tolled for her. 

She was like a mother to me. 

She came from a small town called Petare. Where the poor of to make the best with what the can. High criminal activity  always, similar to a  favela in Brazil. Fortunately she lived in the house with us so she never really had to endure the horror of that place.

(Venezuela back in the 50s)