Life: Idiotropic

Halloween is on the 31st, but that's only really known here through commercial efforts and the sweet tooth of children.  It's not a Spanish holiday at all.  Here, on the 1st of November, they celebrate All Saints Day by going to the cemeteries and remembering their relatives.  The don't celebrate with pumpkins or chocolates, but with simpler treats like this.

My bakery knows tradition and serves it happily.  So many treats, so few days of the year.  These, we'll only see for these few days and once the 1st has past, these will be gone until this time next year.

Too bad.  Though I didn't try the marzipan creations in the foreground, I did buy 6 (sadly, why only 6?) of the buñuelos in the back.  These donut-hole sized balls of deep fried dough are filled with rich custard, coffee cream, caramel cream, or chocolate mousse, then rolled in sugar.  I knew they'd be good. I didn't know how good.

Only six.  I thought I'd get one for each of us... then I forgot... then dad and Angie arrived.  So one night, I brought these out.  Angie asked if I would cut them in half so she wouldn't have to eat a whole one, then laughed as we demolished the plate and picked off the crumbs.  We hadn't needed to cut them in half after all.