On page 16 of June’s Elle Gourmet there is a tiny picture of some pallid churros with an insert about how they come salty and sweet. The picture does not induce even minor pangs of hunger but the text is intriguing.
I set off on a mission to a little visited part of town. The street didn’t say much to me, sometimes a new address is just the thing to get me discovering a whole host of charming places and this wasn’t going to be one of those times. The flourescent sign of Comaxurros was easy enough to spot, though the light did nothing to enhance the few churros they had in the window in pink, yellow and brown. Still, I had come all the way to try so I dutifully went in. I ordered a raspberry one and my sister had the passion fruit one.
They look like sharp edged eclaires but taste nothing like them. I
like love eclaires but these churros eclaire things are possibly even better. There’s a chew, a tug. There is the vague savouriness that churro pastry always has and when that is coupled with sour and sweet – it’s an addiction in the making. That is without mentioning that it’s fried and fried tastes better. You only have to have a taste and all of a sudden, it turns out it’s not so much that you want it as you need it. Right. Now.
My biggest regret? That I didn’t take any home with me. (What was I thinking?) There is more to tell you like these churro are fried in olive oil, specially selected because it has a high smoking point, higher than that of sunflower oil. It is available to buy. They sell beautiful hand-made ceramic chocolate pots from Apparatu. The funny churro doodles you see all over the place are the work of Brosmind.
But none of that matters right now because I am here without takeaway Comaxurros. Bumming hard.
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