Churros! Before last summer, I had never actually eaten one before.  I was always maintained a very snobby attitude towards them, deeming them nothing more than unhealthy globs of flour and water deep fried in bad oil. Well, in fact, they are just that. But while in Madrid last summer, I really had little chance of escaping these fried bits of dough. They were everywhere I turned, in cafes, in stands, in bakeries…..every-where. They stood in high competition with all the ham I could not escape either! After my first week, I decided that I should at least taste one before casting judgement.

After having taken my first bite, I decided that I needed a sample of a variety from different locations, such that I could get a good idea of what these things are, and how they are supposed to be. I asked a few Madrileños on the street as to where I could find the absolutely best Churros, and I got a surprisingly unanimous vote for one particular place in the center of town. I headed there immediately and was met by a rather unassuming place. Continue reading “Churros” »

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So, each morning as the cook prepared the msemmen, I observed quietly for the most part, and intermitted the silence with a few questions here and there. Initially of course these questions were all food related. And then, as with all relationship as they evolve, the spectrum of our conversations widened to include just about anything that two thirty-something ladies talk about. Continue reading “Moroccan Crepes: Msemmen” »

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