On my way to school, I pass by a 7-11 store. I’ve stopped there for last-minute cold medicine and such. There are often construction workers and landscapers there, but they aren’t inside the store, they’re beside it.
They’re there buying something from a woman who has a cooler and a colorful umbrella. I’m pretty sure it’s food, and judging by her clientele, I’m pretty sure it’s really good.
One of these days I’m going to have to stop and get some of whatever it is.
Fascinating! I am going to vote for tamales, but you’ll need to find out. Bring cash.
I second what Lauren says. Around here, the best tamales are the ones you buy out of the trunk of someone’s car in a possibly shady part of town.