At my church’s Carols and Cocoa event on Wednesday, I was talking with a church member about tamales. It’s what I order from Mexican food restaurants. I like them a lot. They taste like comfort food. Mmm…
The church member said the tamales she makes are a little different from what I usually eat – she wraps them in banana leaves instead of corn leaves, and the outer part of the tamale is wetter. I was intrigued.
Right at the end of school yesterday, the woman walked into my classroom carrying a bag. It had two of her tamales in it! Wow! I made such a weird noise, the kids all turned to look at me. But it really made my day – I was tired and grumpy, and then this wonderful woman brought me homemade tamales.
I ate one last night. It was delicious, and it did indeed taste like comfort.
Oh, people can be wonderful, can’t they? This is an awesome story. 🙂
I’ve never actually eaten a tamale, and now I’m so curious!
Around here the best tamales are the ones you buy from the trunk of someone’s car. Which sounds super shady now that I say it out loud…