Chorizo. Just the word itself sounds sexy.
Smoked chorizo (of the Spanish type) is my jam. On Saturday mornings, while Lu does a little cleaning (he’s the best!), I cook up a big batch of eggs, kale, avocado, onions and chorizo, seasoned lightly with smoked paprika. We can’t wait to dig in.
Before I even wash my face or put contacts in (settling for my smudged Warby Parkers), I’m crumbling chorizo and scooping out avocado meat. By the time my eyes have fully opened, we’re already sitting in our kitchen, stuffing our faces and sipping coffee.