“What do you eat whenever you’re stressed?” a friend asked recently, seeing how I was having another case of the sulks – one bad enough to make Grumpy Cat look bloody cheerful.
“I don’t,” I reply with a shrug. “I can’t eat when I’m stressed; my appetite disappears whenever I’m stressed.”
“Come on; surely there must be something you crave whenever you get pissed off!”
Actually, yes: I do crave something whenever things seem all shot to hell and my temper is none too sweet: churros. Yes: those crunchy deep-fried choux-paste crullers one dips wantonly into thick Spanish-style hot chocolate. Nothing seems to bring a deep sense of comfort into my harried soul faster than these crispy golden fritters; that’s why I crave them even whenever things go into the deep south and I’m surlier than a bear with a migraine.
There is just one small problem: working in the BGC as I do, where in blazes does a girl get a churros fix?!?
Las Flores, a Spanish establishment that does jim-dandy churros, is at least five or six blocks away. As if that weren’t bad enough, there isn’t a Dulcinea anywhere close by and I’d have to hop a shuttle over to Glorietta in order to get there. Now, much as I’m craving the good stuff, I am not about to traipse down five blocks for a fix. It just isn’t done and, given my current state of mind, it may already be too late by the time I get there. (I may have already clobbered some poor innocent bystander in a fit of pique!)
The closest, most reasonable substitute would have to be the baked churros sold over at Pan De Manila. These, alas, do not have the crispy crunchiness that gives the fried original much of its appeal. But, you have to admit that these are pretty darned good: tender, not at all sweet despite the sprinkle of sugar on top, and rather moreish. Plus, they aren’t greasy the way too many mediocre churros tend to be.
These babies go for only P 10.00 apiece (per stick); dips go for an additional P 10.00 a tub. Very reasonably priced, if you ask me.
Grab a few, make yourself a milky cup of coffee, and feel the tension slipping out of you. Keep nibbling till you’ve either A) reached a reasonable state of Nirvana; or B) your nerves have been soothed and settled down.