Right around the corner from our apartment there is a woman who sells tamales every morning. And every Friday she sells dulce tamales, with raisins and pineapple. At least, the sign says she sells them every Friday. But most weeks after I drop E off at school she is already sold out. (Or did she ever have them?) So this morning, E and I left early to get some on the way to school and we succeeded, buying the last three. We ate two in the park, and brought the last one home for Kay. Mmmm.
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