Last night I made a trek to the neighborhood laundomat - as I am waiting for the wash to finish a middle aged Hispanic women approaches me - "Mister," she says with a heavy Spanish accent, "You want to buy tamales?"
I recognize her immediately. A month or so back she was peddling homemade burritos at the park. I didn't buy any, but now she had my undivided attention - "What kind do you have? And how much are they?" -- my stomach had begun to growl in anticipation. I knew, before even tasting, they would be awesome. "Mister," she says again with her south of the border twang, "I have chicken, or cheese. They cost one dollar each. I also have a cooler full of homemade fresa (strawberry) drink . It cost seventy five cents a cup."
"Sold!" I yell with enthusiasm, "Why don't you give me two cheese and two chicken. Give me a cup of the fresa as well." - She walks to her car, opens the back seat, grabs a cup from the bag, fills the cup with fresa and hands it to me. She then walks back to the trunk, opens it, grabs four tamales from a heat bag and hands them to me as well - "Four seventy five...please," she says with a wide smile.
The steam rose when I opened the husk and took the first savory bite. It was to perfection, the texture was consistent, the chicken and cheese portions were generous. It was a deal...a very good deal! The fresa was sensational as well!
After devouring the fare, I take a seat on the bench and wait for my laundry to finish. As I am setting there rubbing my belly, the senorita who sold me walks by again - "Geez Mister," she says with a smile, "You already ate it. Did you like?" I tell her how much I enjoyed it and how I could eat another ten of them - she laughs and says - "You try my sopapilla with sugar and honey. You will like me forever," we smile in unison and I say -- "If you were my girlfriend I would weigh five hundred pounds from all of your cooking," I then make a hand gesture around my stomach to make sure she understood the context of my comment - she smiles and says, "You would be gordito if I was your girlfriend," -- I nod in agreement and say - "I would be very gordito if you were my girlfriend."
"Sold!" I yell with enthusiasm, "Why don't you give me two cheese and two chicken. Give me a cup of the fresa as well." - She walks to her car, opens the back seat, grabs a cup from the bag, fills the cup with fresa and hands it to me. She then walks back to the trunk, opens it, grabs four tamales from a heat bag and hands them to me as well - "Four seventy five...please," she says with a wide smile.
The steam rose when I opened the husk and took the first savory bite. It was to perfection, the texture was consistent, the chicken and cheese portions were generous. It was a deal...a very good deal! The fresa was sensational as well!
After devouring the fare, I take a seat on the bench and wait for my laundry to finish. As I am setting there rubbing my belly, the senorita who sold me walks by again - "Geez Mister," she says with a smile, "You already ate it. Did you like?" I tell her how much I enjoyed it and how I could eat another ten of them - she laughs and says - "You try my sopapilla with sugar and honey. You will like me forever," we smile in unison and I say -- "If you were my girlfriend I would weigh five hundred pounds from all of your cooking," I then make a hand gesture around my stomach to make sure she understood the context of my comment - she smiles and says, "You would be gordito if I was your girlfriend," -- I nod in agreement and say - "I would be very gordito if you were my girlfriend."
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