Panchito‘s Diary

Today at work, a colleague from “service” (im gonna rant about this word later) came to the kitchen and asked me if I could make a dessert without an order, so I asked if she wanted a big or small portion, then she told me its not for her, but for a couple of clients that were mad about being served after other table.

I was shook. This entitled, egoistic people committed the capital forbiden sin of latin america and other cultures. They look to others plate.

This people thought it was logical to express their dislike of being served before others. It doesn’t matter if this people came before or after. Because they have no idea about the rest. Ther are no Kings and Queens, they ate not always right. 

If they were my guests ill throw them out. Because apathy is not permitted in my table. Food is a right, not a privilege. They are not starving. They are being mean and entitled. Probably complaining to get something, and they did. A dessert.

They were assholes and got a prize.

I ranted about this and my colleagues told me, that’s Germany.

There is hunger and there is hunger.

One of them represents the hard decision to make, pasta or steak?

And there other kind asks things like, should I steal this or should I not eat today.

Privileged people, just dont know what hunger is.

They thing that being “served” is part of eating. They inherited the manners of the bourgeoisie and their lack of contact with reality. The reality of the hands of the farmers, transporters, cooks and everyone in the chain of “service”.

Dozens of people working and investing their life to survive, just to hear, that others got their plate served first.

I hope nobody goes hungry, most of my family generations did. So I really don’t with this people to get hungry, I wish this people to change their words for something very simple and international, very good mannered, very polite, very empathetic, they could just say what the other tables said.

“Thanks for the food”

As a last note, im planing, thinking, projecting about having a cantina. A place where I will cook with saved and fair ingredients. Where everyone is welcome, they could tip if they want the project to continue without struggles, but nobody has to. because food is a right, not a privilege. And I will do my best to make the most delicious comforting food, because I will not be doing it for the money, fame or all of that nonsense. I will do it because I don’t want anybody to be hungry at my table, I want to make fancy tasting food accesible to all people. I want to be cooking the most amazing food, because we, you, deserve it. That’s our fucking right.

Food it’s not about being served, food is about sharing the most important part of our life. If u don’t eat u die. So food is life. And life should be beautiful.

Thanks everyone that helped me not to starve. U will always have a place in my heart and table.