Santiago: A Chef's Chaotic Love Affair with Andean Ingredients

so i landed in santiago after a flight that felt like it took forever, and the first thing i noticed was the air. not too hot, not too cold. just... refreshing. kind of like the start of a good meal before the spices hit. here’s the spot.

this city’s a mix of colonial charm and modern chaos, but as a chef, i’m here for the flavors. i just checked the weather and it's... that 17.98°C kind of day where everything feels crisp, like a perfectly chilled glass of pisco sour. hope you packed layers.

someone told me that the central market seafood is overpriced tourist bait, but if you find the guy at stall 7 with the missing tooth, his ceviche is basically magic. just don’t ask where the fish came from.

wandered into *mercado de san miguel and almost cried at the corn. these chiles are unreal. like they’re injected with sunshine and rebellion. bought enough ají to last a lifetime, and a weird purple potato that tastes like earth and mystery.

if you’re done with the city buzz, valparaíso is like a short bus ride away and totally worth the graffiti and the hills. the air there tastes like salt and rebellion.

i heard that the best empanadas are from a tiny place near the university, but also that the chef’s a ghost who only appears on tuesdays. or maybe it’s just a rumor. either way, chase it.

tried making pastel de choclo with my market haul. it was a disaster. the corn was too wet, the meat was too salty, and the oven smoked like a dragon with a cold. but honestly? tasted like victory. for real empanada wisdom, check out this local food forum. someone warned me that the tourist version is basically corn-flavored sadness. real pastel de choclo has beef, chicken, olives, and a secret sauce that makes angels weep. i’m still hunting that sauce. also found a mercuado de abastos* hidden in a alley that smells like cheese and dreams. here’s a map of their weirdo cheese stalls. the humidity’s at 63% which is perfect for fermenting things like my dignity after kitchen fails. santiago’s messy, sweaty, and loud. like a kitchen where everything’s on fire but somehow it works. i’m not leaving.