Yesterday I heard a knock on the door in the evening. I opened it to find a friend seeing if I wanted any tamales. She had just made them and they were still hot. Of course I said YES! Tamales are one of my favorite foods. I developed a taste for them when I lived in New Mexico and a lady brought them to work everyday to sell. I ate so many tamales that summer that I think my Spanish improved just from ingesting Mexican food. I never got tired of them. In fact, long stretches often go by that I find myself tamale-less, and those are sad days. A good tamale just makes the day go better.
I peel back the warm corn husk to find the inviting corn meal inside. The smell is fabulous, my taste buds are salivating (if taste buds salivate), and I can't wait to devour the tamale.
Except I have some competition. Desert Boy loves tamales too, and he can eat an entire tamale by himself. I don't think a 23.5 pound toddler should be able to eat a whole tamale. He should leave at least half for me.
Fortunately I bought two dozen, so we have enough to get us through a couple days. Yum. I'm in tamale heaven.
4 comments:
I'm so happy that my daughter's mother-in-law is the tamale queen of our town. I love them too! (They freeze really well, so you can stock up when necessary). The only downside is, she uses lard, so can't indulge too often.
GAA
oh, yummy
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We have a friend that was the recipient of his grandmother's secret tamale recipe. They are delicious. And he refuses to tell the secret!
Hey Desert Boy, tastes better than dirt, eh?
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