Well, it’s time for my annual San Antonio Christmas buñuelo report. No one ever seems to show up at an office in this town with a holiday fruit basket. Our office is always the fortunate recipient of this ‘food of goodwill and good business’ tradition. So far this year we’ve had tamales, pecans 3 ways (sugared, salted and chocolate), and trashcan sized tins of cookies, but the best is the buñuelos. Light-as-air dough fried in copious amounts of lard until browned to the color of a Padre Island suntan, then sprinkled all over with a handful of granulated sugar and cinnamon, which adheres to the hot and greasy buñuelo like a cotton shirt to a sweaty body. Really, they are that good.
Did you know buñuelos are most likely a Sephardic Jewish tradition? There had to be a religious connection in there somewhere. Did I mention I’m feeling really ill now? Can you be hospitalized for a sugar overdose?