POTD: Market Tamale

Mmmmmmm. I miss the farmers' market back home.  The hot beverages.  The monster sized pumpkins and kabocha squashes.  The berries galore during the summer. The smell of crepes.  But I especially miss Hermosa tamales.  I remember stocking the freezer last winter with gargantuan bags stuffed with hefty vegan tamales.  Those beauties barely made it past Christmas. 

Over this past weekend, my parents visited me here in Missoula. And the first thing my mother did, after she smothered me in a hug, was hand me a pack of frozen vegan tamales.  My hot-dog bun sized freezer is not officially "stocked" for the winter. ^_^ Thank you tamale gods and Mum.

For dinner tonight, after my much anticipated Chem 141 exam, I dressed up una tamale, then  sat down to a well-deserved meal.  For the moment, I am care-free. (Don’t burst my bubble, people.  I am well aware than the whole process starts over again tomorrow morning and I have two papers due next week.)

Cheers, kaite ;]