One tamale two tamales three tamales four my mama doesn’t use potatoes anymore —slightly bastardized children’s rhyme (the rhyme, not the children…)
When I lived in New Mexico, during tamale season, bags of tamales were sold from the backs of cars. I worked at a software company, and from time to time there was an announcement: tamales at the front door!
Work stopped. Those stuck on phone calls passed money and a number to a coworker to act on their belief.behalf. On-site client meetings took a break and the out-of-towers were assured they were about to get a treat.
Another few weeks and I’ll head down to 24th Street, see if I can pick up some fresh tamales and maybe some pan dulce.
Last edited by Mellowicious; 09/30/2102:38 PM.
Julia “It’s the shipwreck that leads you to the magical island.” (Trevor Noah)