Just when I thought I had reached the pinnacle of Chilean cuisine with The Americano, today I experienced “un asado.” Here in Arica that translates to a Barbecue, or a gathering where they serve about 10 different types of meat. For me, it was heaven. Steak, Chicken, Chorizo all grilled to perfection. I’m talking juicy and tender with just the right amount of red (for the steak). They filled pans, pots, and all kinds of trays with piles of meat for us. Whats more, there was a huge assortment of salads, salsas, stuffed potatoes, ripe vegetables, and alcoholic beverages to top it all off. Every single color on the rainbow was represented in one dish or the other at our asado. They made more food than we every could have eaten, but I was certain to push my limit. I tried it all, and there wasn’t a single thing that I didn’t enjoy. After I gulped down my final piece of homemade flan, I feel into a deep food coma.
And all of this was done by my Chilean family, who supposedly has asados quite frequently.
On a side note, I was also given permission to drive my host father’s jeep around by the beach with my host brother after the meal. Like most cars down here, it is a manual transmission, and it was ridiculously fun to drive. Looking forward to taking it out and driving in the desert next weekend.