Friday afternoon when I took a nap I woke up after dreaming I was eating tamales. Gee I'm in luck tomorrow is Saturday one of the two days we can buy tamales unless it is the holidays. What is so great about that you might say. I guess it is just a south Texas thing but every so often we just have to have a tamale "fix". The only place I know of out in this country is Del Rio Tamale Factory but they are only open on Saturday and Sunday unless you want to drive to San Antonio. I was on the way at 7:30 A.M. Not much traffic and every one on their best driving manners, maybe because it was cool compared to how it gets in the afternoons here when people's tempers seem to flare. I drove by the old rundown hospital that the doctor worked out of who came out to the country to deliver me and four years later my sister. It is ugly but still there. Then I found a place to pull over to take a picture of a colorful flashing sign proclaiming the birthplace of George Strait. The picture didn't come out so you can read it so I'll have to walk closer sometime. Also proclaiming the strawberry capital of Texas. Anyway by the time I drove home John was there from the ranch and we had brunch. I like bread and chopped onions with mine and John likes Ketchup with his, some cold iced tea too and it was a good morning.
Just a country girl kicking around the dirt roads taking pictures of trees, gates, animals. cactus, and anything else that strikes my un-fancy mind. You are welcome to take a look and come back if you like.
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Saturday, July 9, 2016
Craving Tamales
Friday afternoon when I took a nap I woke up after dreaming I was eating tamales. Gee I'm in luck tomorrow is Saturday one of the two days we can buy tamales unless it is the holidays. What is so great about that you might say. I guess it is just a south Texas thing but every so often we just have to have a tamale "fix". The only place I know of out in this country is Del Rio Tamale Factory but they are only open on Saturday and Sunday unless you want to drive to San Antonio. I was on the way at 7:30 A.M. Not much traffic and every one on their best driving manners, maybe because it was cool compared to how it gets in the afternoons here when people's tempers seem to flare. I drove by the old rundown hospital that the doctor worked out of who came out to the country to deliver me and four years later my sister. It is ugly but still there. Then I found a place to pull over to take a picture of a colorful flashing sign proclaiming the birthplace of George Strait. The picture didn't come out so you can read it so I'll have to walk closer sometime. Also proclaiming the strawberry capital of Texas. Anyway by the time I drove home John was there from the ranch and we had brunch. I like bread and chopped onions with mine and John likes Ketchup with his, some cold iced tea too and it was a good morning.
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Love tamales. My sister in law taught me how to make 'em. They're so good. Now I have a craving for them too Paula...and while eating them, I could listen to Amarillo By Morning! [love George Strait too!]
I enjoy reading of food I had never heard of until I was near 20. I was a grown man before I saw a 'tamale' stand. It was in Mississippi. I did try them and liked some of them. The vender evidently had 'bad days'. LOL
Have a great Sunday!
(Note, glad the Dr. did such a good job helping you discover America! Those were dedicated doctors.)
Thank goodness my belly is full of biscuits and gravy, or I would be craving tamales too! WE are not so lucky as to have a factory around here ... I used to adore the ones in a can. I think they either quit making them or the grocer doesn't stock - the frozen ones are, well, they just don't hit that spot. You know?
now you've got me craving some...
I used to always have Ketchup with my tamales - - and I thought I was the only one!
Avocado and salsa top mine. Now you have me craving them too.
As crazy asI know it sounds, I have never had a tamale...I need to rectify this situation!
Nothing quite as good as an authentic tamale, there is such a place in my home town that makes great ones. I used to clean house for an old man who made his own tamales, with corn husks even. Wonderful. One of the grocery stores in town used to be a hospital years and years ago, and we had a friend who refused to shop there because of that.
Tamale = good name for a kitten :)
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