It never was. What started as a simple love of cinnamon and sugar became something much bigger — a thread that ties together childhood, travel, joy, memory, and all of you. If you've followed my endless "In Search of Churros" posts over the years, you already know it isn't random. It's not a quirky food obsession. It's a symbol. It's my mom. It's that first Disneyland churro. It's sacrifice. It's discovery. It's movement. It's grabbing life by the horns and not waiting. This book I'm creating isn't just a recipe collection. It's a map of a life. It's community. It's the proof that joy multiplies when shared. It's my way of saying thank you. Every photo you've sent. Every churro you've tagged me in. Every recipe submission. Every "this made me think of you." You weren't just posting dessert. You were reminding me that I've never walked this alone. This project exists because of you. It continues because of you. And it will live on because of you. If you haven't read the full Churro Genesis story yet, I invite you to. If you want to contribute, submissions are open through March 1. If you can't participate — it's okay. Truly. Just know this: When you see a churro, you're not just seeing cinnamon and sugar. You're seeing a life. You're seeing love. You're seeing gratitude. And maybe, just maybe, you'll smile.