Churro Bites
A rain of cinnamon-sugar dusted the night market as I chased the echo of a distant bell — and there they were: tiny, golden churro bites, singing like street-side fireworks. …
A rain of cinnamon-sugar dusted the night market as I chased the echo of a distant bell — and there they were: tiny, golden churro bites, singing like street-side fireworks. …
I remember the first time I bit into a fried sweet batter bite — the oil hissed like rain on a tin roof, the sugar dusted my fingertips like snow, …