In Love

It was 2 weeks ago that I fell in love. The new object of my affection (and obsessive thoughts) is a greasy dessert covered in sugar that I call A Super Delicious Dessert that I Can’t Believe I Never Had Before, but others simply call a “churro.” I visited a bakery with a friend, who introduced me to my new love. I bought only 3 (clearly I was a rookie) and lived to regret it when the last churro was gone minutes later. One morning last week when Husband had to leave ridiculously early for work, I woke up in a sleepy haze. And, without exaggeration, the very first words I said to Husband were: “Good morning…I..want..a..churro.” He assured me that we would get some soon. And he fulfilled his promise yesterday. We went back to that bakery, and purchased 8 (not a rookie anymore!) churros in various flavors. I’m sure that there’s something wrong here. Some would say that any dessert that coats the bag it’s in with a layer of grease is probably not so healthy. Others would say that it’s nuts to wake up in the morning and have your first thought be about a craving for a greasy dessert. And, a few would probably say it’s not normal to drive 45 minutes to a bakery to pick up said greasy dessert. And, I say, it’s time to eat another churro!