Churros

The other night I attempted to make Churros (photo of cooking to appear later), a thing of childhood summer holidays in Jaca (pronounced Hacker) in Spain. In the evenings near the park there was a man with a Churros van (like you’d have a ice cream van) and every so often during the holiday my dad would treat me and sister to a cone of them between us (and of course try one for quality control). We’d walk around the park (where men played Petunque/ Boule as we were near the French Border) eating the churros in the warm spanish evening sun.

For the uninitiated Churros are Spanish Doughnuts, they’re sorts of chippie chip size, generally fluted. The Churros man has a machine that protudes the stiff dough with cut off blade to make the 10cm ish pieces, which fall into the hot oil below. Like magic the dough floats to the top as it cooks (magic to a 9 year old), they come out get put into a cone of paper (like chips) and sugar is sprinkled over, hmm yummy.

Alas my attempt wasn’t quite as good as the churros man, but once the oil heat was turned up the results were better, although not great. But it made me want to go back to the Spanish Pyrenees (?sp) and Jaca to see if the Churros man was still there to try his wares … but Dr T wouldn’t go (they speak spanish) so I need to find another churros wanting soul. Hmm could catch up on the Festival Folklorico de los Pirineos …

..sorry the links are all in spanish only, but we’re talking real Spain, not costas Spain.