buñuelo m small doughnut, fritter
Oh buñuelo, you greasy ball of dough, so sweet, so wrong, so disgustingly delicious!
You disgusting, delicious little whore, selling yourself on every street corner in Valencia during Fallas, whistling after me as I walk by, “Hey stud, you look hungry”.
“Come and get you some sweet stuff”.
Your taste alone, delicious though it is, wouldn’t be enough to ensnare me. I’m strong. But that scent, that glorious odor of sugar and dough, wafting from every stand… it’s too much. I’m yours. And besides, you’re cheap. Cheap and filthy, just how I like it.
Yeah, that’s good. Next time, I promise that I’ll sample that cute little friend of yours, the churro: