As a continuing series of love letters to my adopted country, I thought I’d make this a regular feature on my blog: Little things that I can’t get enough of and that make me happy in Mexico.
Ah, churros, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways …
Okay, I won’t. I’d be here all year counting if I actually tried to.
My love for churro began in San Cristóbal de las Casas. Fresh from noshing down a bag of plantains and watching the festivities for Our Lady of Guadalupe, I found myself drawn to the smell of hot doughnuts covered in sugar and filled with thick chocolate. From my first bite, I was hooked.
You see, churros can be described as a straight-shaped Spanish doughnut … The truth is, they’re so much better than normal doughnuts.
For the girl with the sweet tooth (aka moi), they’re simply known as heaven.
Whether eaten plain, covered in sugar or cinnamon, filled with chocolate or dipped in hot chocolate, churros (make sure to rrrroll the ‘rr‘s, darling) are definitely the number one cause for any weight gain I may have experienced in the last couple of months.
But do I feel guilty?
Their sugary goodness is worth every pound I put on, every break-out on my face (thanks to the chocolate), and every increase in my risk towards diabetes.
Churros, te amo. You make Mexico a happy place.