Mount Kilimanacho

Mount Kilimanacho  is the most badass nacho mountain I’ve ever had. Maybe better than the first time I did it in 2004.

Photos courtesy of Chrystal Cienfuegos

If you didn’t know, I love football.  I love sports in general, but football is all I have time for anymore.  Although my team will likely never win it all, my friends and family create great memories every season rooting for our perennial losers.   With football having a much shorter schedule than other sports, it allows fans to continually make “an event” out of most Sundays that would otherwise be delegated to housework.

Like most football fans, our fall and winter Sundays revolve around food and drinks. Sometimes the food is easy and sometimes it’s a lot of work, but it’s always delicious and usually centers around a grill.  This year’s Superbowl party was no exception.

Since I didn’t do much cooking during the regular season we tried to go all out this year and get everyone involved.  And everyone DID get involved, it was beautiful.  We weren’t rewriting the book on anything, but when you attempt to do things properly and there’s a bunch of hungry people, there’s just a lot to do.

We had fried chicken bites with dipping sauces and grilled carne asada nachos.  Fried chicken is fried chicken, no real need to discuss that one, other than stating how ridiculous perfect fried chicken is. Ohm nom nom.

Back to Mnt. Nacho

What pictures cannot show is the depth of flavor achieved from the charcoal.  The BBQ smoke flavor permeates, and the bottom gets all cheese fried crusty.  We of course fried our own chips, grilled the meat, made the beans and made the salsa.  The second batch was going to have some nacho cheese swirled in, but we never got there.  I think this was all done during halftime.  How we pulled ourselves away from another mind-blowing Super Bowl halftime show…I’ll never know :-|