I've talked about the taco trucks in southern California before, but today was a first for me. While walking back to the truck from the driver's lounge, there was a very nice gentleman driving around the company yard selling fresh, hot, homemade tamales. I had my choice of either chicken or pork, and because there was no reason to choose between the two, I bought one of each for both Craig and I.
These beauties were a sight to behold, especially since the provisions on the truck are getting down to items that seem to get passed by often when we are fully stocked. You know that lonely can of soup, beans, or tuna that gets shoved back in the far recesses of the cupboard? Yep that is what we are left with. So to give us a reprieve from items not so enticing, the tamales seemed to fill the void, both in our pantry and our stomachs. Now I can hear some of you out there questioning this food purchase, but we have never gone wrong, or had a bad experience, and yes I know, there is always a first time. If you are a bit adventurous, and like to live life on the edge, it is truly one of the best things about being in LA.
2 comments:
Glad you didn't get sick from the tamales. It's one of the things I miss most about living in SO Calif.
Be safe.
Linda.
Lynnwood WA
Ok, so I guess we find out tomorrow 1) if they were good and 2) if they passed the safe to eat test! I hope this finds you both very well indeed on Friday!!! Sounds like you two are having a great time in spite of the craziness. :-) Hope to see ya soon, Denise
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