Yanet Montan

I’m still pinching myself, thinking about how far I’ve come. Thirty years ago, I left Nicaragua with a suitcase full of dreams and a heart full of hope. I had explored various professions back home – psychology, medicine, gynecology, and obstetrics – each one shaping me in unique ways. But life had other plans, and I never completed my psychology degree. Instead, I found myself in the United States, the land of opportunity, with my husband by my side. We were building a life together, starting a family, and I was eager to expand my career. But fate had other plans. I lost my husband, and suddenly I was navigating the complexities of life as a single mother.

The kitchen became my refuge, my sanctuary. I poured my soul into cooking, experimenting with new dishes, and learning as I went. I didn’t grow up with traditional American cuisine, but I embraced it wholeheartedly. And as I worked in diners and restaurants, I adapted, I learned, and I grew. The kitchen became more than just a place to cook; it became a lifeline, a way to support my family and move forward.

Today, I’m proud to work at @palmasmiami Downtown Miami. I’m part of something bigger than myself, surrounded by a community that feels like family. I cook Latin food with love, with passion, and with a commitment to serving the community that works hard to make this city thrive. And as I see the world unfold from our restaurant window, as I watch the happy faces of our customers, I know that I’ve found my place. I’ve found happiness in the unlikeliest of places, and I’m grateful for every twist and turn that led me here.

📸 @betoshub