The whole time my father-in-law was here, every time he’d pass a vendor that sold churros, he’d say “Oh, I love churros. But I cannot eat them any more. But boy are they good.”
Seriously, like, every single time, “Oh, I love churros. But I cannot eat them any more. But boy are they good.”
For myself, I was treating churros like they were those sweet smelling roasted nuts street vendors sell in New York City. I lived there for nearly 25 years and I never once ate any of them, thinking that they smelled so good that the chances of me being disappointed with how they tasted was not worth the enjoyment I got out of smelling them.
Yes, I’m crazy.
Anyway, this time, I said “Dammit. I’m going to try churros.”
Needless to say, I couldn’t believe how wonderful they were. They’re kinda’ like the Mexican equivalent of beignets; crunchy, fried, covered in granulated sugar and they had sweetened condensed milk dribbled all over them.
I mean, MY GAWD. My new favorite junk food everrrrr.
Now I really wish I’d tried those damn roasted nuts.