There is something about Chicha that makes me think of my childhood. My grandmother, whom I lovingly call Mama, is an amazing cook. When I was little she would visit a few months at a time, every few years, and within those months I would be showered with the most delicious Venezuelan dishes I could imagine. From pabellón to arepas and empanadas and cachapas – you name it. Of course, during the summer Chicha was my favorite. Thick, sweet and ice cold, there is nothing that screams summer more to me than a tall glass of Chicha.