Having been born and raised in Chile, a country where its people are one of the highest bread consumer per capita in Latin America, and being blessed with abundant fresh fruits and vegetables, I grew up smelling and tasting delicious sandwiches that my mother made for us in her own homemade bread. Even a simple Cheese /tomato/olive oil and salt was a delicatessen in her bread. When I moved to midwest USA in 1977, I had a food cultural shock. Everything was so different. The vegetable concept came from inside a can. There I had my first hamburger. Who knows what was inside the meat patty, but die did not taste like real beef. Things improved when I moved to San Diego, California, fresher vegetable was available. There I was introduced to homemade Mexican food from my friends across the border in Tijuana. Moving to Estonia in 2007 was my second food cultural sock.