Hell yeah, it looks good huh?! The maza tasted like there was some potato in it and there was definitely a lot of pork fat involved and that did not deter me one bit! Once I dug in I was a little disappointed at the ratio of fat to tender pork in the chunks of meat, but the green olives and heavily spiced sauce made it a unique find at the parade. So where did I get this? Well, where do you usually get tamales? From a older lady selling them on the corner from a cooler. Yeah, in L.A. you get them from a shopping cart, but nevertheless they were homemade and great! Wait, let me read that again, am I saying I'd rather have them from a shopping cart? Well, you can take the girl out of the barrio but you can't take...... well you know the saying.
I also had the crab and cabbage, but it was dry, overcooked and utterly unremarkable, which was a shame because I'm a sucker for crabs.
Lastly, a lovely drug store shop with an old and beautiful sign. Bye bye kiddos.
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Oooo, that tamale looks a little like the divine ones my Guatemalan neighbor used to give me. Hers were almost square, wrapped in banana leaf instead of corn husk, with a little red sauce, a green olive, and a prune in each one. When I asked her what meat was in them (before I first ate one and learned to beg at her door), she pointed at her barrel chest and said, "I use-a, I use-a, I use-a de rrribb."
I am now hopelessly spoiled on the tamale front.
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