Here, people of all races do not hesitate to call themselves “Peruvians” and make their accents and flavors part of what is ours. The land has taught us generosity by placing endless delicacies in our hands for centuries now. Children learn the colors by seeing all types of chili peppers and fruits, and our mothers at home make the kitchen a laboratory of flavors and love. For of all this, I dare not venture to give one reason why our country is so rich or where this inexhaustible source of flavors starts.
I simply introduce myself. Peru, mucho gusto.
Good cooking and an understanding of a finely spread table is maybe the most widespread habit among Peruvians. We eat all things and for every occasion: when babies are born, when the old die, when children turn into adults, when we want to tell the truth or a little, white lie in order to seduce, convince or love. A well spread table witnesses every occasion without exception.
Whenever hearing from a Peruvian that ours is the best cuisine, always remember that this not one hundred percent naïve bravado;this is due to the belief that, if there is such a thing as a sixth sense, then we, the Peruvians, have received ours to double the sense of taste.
Our identity is shaped in the kitchen. As dinner guests, we are not easily satisfied and a lot of us are magical cooks. Our tables are a shining example of pluralistic democracy; there will always be room for a cebiche of fresh flounder, a Pisco Sour, or rice with duck Chiclayo style.