I've been working at a new client for a couple of months now and today just gave me another reason why I love working here so much. They have a tamale guy. Dude obviously comes around every couple of months or so and these may be some of the best I've ever had. God bless tamales. I <3 you.
I could go for some Tamales right now. One of the things I miss about Houston was being able to buy frozen Tamales at any grocery store.
Try toasting them on a skillet or pan or even a goerge foreman grill.. crunchy tamales are even better. dont take the cork husk off while your toasting them .
You've seen those commercials for the shamwow! Well......masa is to rendered pork fat what a shamwow is to water.
WHITE? I know the answer. Can you tell us what "flavor" or husk and filling they had? There are so many varieties out there... Banana husk, corn husk, sweet with raisins, white with chicken inside, pork, beans, pork AND beans, "red" pork, veggie... etc., etc.
Personally, I don't trust guys selling homemade tamales randomly about. I'm always concerned it's a homeless guy trying to dispose of his feces.
^ I wouldn't trust a "homeless" guy for ANYTHING either, but you would see if he were homeless or not. I don't know why you even bring THAT up. Well, if the guy comes around selling every month or so, it means no one has gotten sick from them, and they all trust him. I would trust a guy who comes to sell me some Tamales and no one has anything bad to say about them.
Same here. I'm leery about people who come around and sell food. I am pretty picky with food! My grandma makes the best batch of tamales!!! <3
Speaking of, I got this here joke just this morning in a PowerPoint-style photographic way, but I found it in text-only: The Last Tamales... The sick Mexican husband was laying on his death bed. He had only hours to live when suddenly he smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales more than anything else in the world, especially his wife Chita's tamales. With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor, down the hall, and into the kitchen. Here his wife was removing the fresh batch of tamales from the stove top. As he reached for one of the freshly made tamales, his wife smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon. "Leave them alone, pendejo!! They're for the funeral !!!"
