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; 09/30/21 02:38 PM.

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