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Independence and Cuban Churros


O.D. Churroman was my source for churros on this side of the continental United States.

Mami is capable of making churros, but I have failed to get her to make them for me.

Last weekend it was so cold you could see your breath. It wasn’t until Mami was already over (to watch our show) that we thought about churros.

It has been cold and raining all day. I asked Mami is she would be coming over to watch our show and would she like to make churros together? It was just too cold and rainy for her. The show would just have to wait… as would the churros.

That was when I decided it was time to stop waiting for someone else. It was time for me to make my own churros.

So I did.

I took 1 cup of flour.
I added 1 cup of water. (Because I’m a lactard and didn’t have any milk in the house… not even Lactaid, otherwise I’d use 1/2 a cup of water and 1/2 a cup of milk)
I added a bit of salt. (Because I forgot about softening the butter and didn’t feel like waiting)
I remembered that O.D. Churroman added anise to his churros, so I added some anise.
Abuela had already told me where to find her “churrera” so I pulled it out, heated the oil and fried away!

I made my own churros cubanos.
I did it without O.D. Churroman.
I did it without Mami.
I am an independent woman.

Churros con Chocolate


Since the sudden absence O.D. Churroman last September, I have been without a source for Cuban churros.

Luckily, I had plans to go to Miami and friends who could appreciate how difficult life could be in the Churro Desert that is commonly referred to as Southern California. Being true friends, they picked me up from the airport and immediately took me to Morro Castle in Hialeah.

While they made mention that it was “too hot for churros”, they understood that a bit of Miami heat was not going to keep me from getting my fix.

They DID, however, insist that I eat something before having churros.

The “something” I chose was a “frita cubana” because I’d never had one. It’s kind of like a hamburger, but the meat is mixed with chorizo and then there is grilled onions and little french fries. Yes, it was rad.

After a couple of fritas (washed down with an Ironbeer, of course), it was time for the churros and hot chocolate.
Thiiiiiiick hot chocolate.
Gloriously fresh and hot churros.

There really is not much more a girl can ask for in life.

It was the best beginning to any trip.

Of course, there was a surprise stalker visitor, who ended up charming his way into the arms of the waitress, but I couldn’t have cared less what he did. I was happy dunking and munching on my churros (“choo-rrrohsnotchir-ohs“).

I am loathe to admit this, but I finally understand the “it’s too hot for churros” phenomena. Although, I think the statement SHOULD be: “It’s too hot for churros con chocolate” because the real issue is the hot chocolate, not the churros.

How can I be so sure?
Because the churros I got from the Churro Mania truck while at Carnaval on the Mile in the heat of Miami were absolutely perfect and satisfying in all their hot and freshness.

(Yes, of course I shared. Cuban Churros are not really meant to be enjoyed alone. They sell them in counts of 15 and 20. The big, thick, stuffed ones are a different story. I haven’t actually tried one of THOSE … yet.)

Only in Miami*…


*It has recently come to my attention that there is a Venezuelan place in Santa Monica proclaiming to have Cuban churros, but I would expect you to understand why I might be a bit leery. (Of course, since it is the only place I’ve heard of anywhere close to me, I will have to try it and see how well they compare to Morro Castle in Hialeah and the Churro Mania Food Truck.)

O.D. Churroman and French Toast a lo Cubano


I love churros.


I used to have a date with myself on Friday nights where I would go to Disneyland for a churro and a coke and then just sit and people watch. Sometimes I’d catch a parade, too. Sometimes I’d ride a ride or two. Sometimes I’d just walk around. But I always had a churro. I went for the churros.

And then I learned that Cuban churros are not the same as the churros that are sold at the Magic Kingdom. They are not as crunchy or as long. They don’t have the same taste. And Cuban churros don’t have cinnamon on them, just sugar.

Plus, you’re supposed to eat them with thick hot chocolate.  You know the saying “We go together like peas and carrots“? Well, in Cuban the saying is “We go together like churros and chocolate.”

Having learned about these churros, I was dying to try them, but here in Southern California they are impossible to come by. The only place to get them is from the kitchen of a Cuban who knows how to make them.

I found myself in Miami for a few days before going to Cuba. And some close friends of mine took me to have my first churros con chocolate in Hialeah. (Basically, it doesn’t get much more Cuban than that.)

Months later, I would be craving them again. So I asked Mami to make them… in August, which (apparently) is just not done.
Me: Mami, can you make churros?
Mami: Churros are a winter thing!
Me: Ok.

Me: I really want churros, but Mami says they’re a winter thing.
A Certan Stubborn Bear that shall hereafter be referred to as O.D. Churroman: She’s right, they’re usually a winter thing, but I’ll make you churros if you want. Nobody’s churros are as good as mine.

Of course, it didn’t happen. O.D. Churroman and I lost touch. Life moved on. And it was winter again. And I asked Mami for churros. And churros didn’t happen. And then Mr. O.D. Churroman showed up again, in January, and I still wanted churros.

He made me churros.
Not just any churros, either.
These were special.
He remembered that I was a lactard (SEE: Lactose Intolerant) and made the churros with Lactaid.
They were the best churros I’ve ever had.

In March, he made them again. And taught me how. And showed me his secret ingredient. And then we burned them.
In September things got complicated and came to an abrupt halt.

I asked Mami to make churros again because I can’t remember the measurements O.D. Churroman told me.
She said she would. And she also told me about an idea she had for Cuban-style French Toast using Crema de Vie (SEE: Cuban Egg Nog) instead of just eggs and milk. It sounded great, but (like the churros) it didn’t happen.

I haven’t made French toast since I was maybe 6 years old and my father was explaining to me how to do it, but I am being BRAVE this year.

I pulled out the Crema de Vie, bread, a frying pan, and I got to work.

“Work” is putting it loosely, it was one of the easiest things I’ve tried to make.

Mami had wanted to make it with Cuban bread leftover from Christmas.
I didn’t have any, so I used sourdough.

I can’t tell you how delicious it was.
Crema de Vie is a winter thing, (especifically Christmas), but if I crave French Toast a lo Cubano in August, I’m going to make it.

The Cuban French Toast definitely helped with my craving, but I can’t help it…

I still want churros.