Sunday, November 18, 2012


My friend visited and brought tamales:)  I adore tamales.
One of my earliest memories is stopping for tamales from guys riding bicycles with a popsicle-looking box on the front.  Well, popsicle bicycles had white boxes on front and were cold.  Tamale bicycles were black on the front and warm.  I loved those tamales and begged my mother to stop whenever I saw one of the bicycle guys.

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