On Wednesday, two teens on bikes came down my street asking if anyone wanted to buy some tamales. I ordered four.
A half hour later they returned with my order.
This time I didn't ask about the source of the corn, the oil, the spices, or the chicken, I was just happy to get locally-made tamales delivered by pedal power.
I ate them all in one sitting. They were quite good. Chico comfort food, another reason I love this town.
About Me: Jeremy wears many hats, including substitute teacher, school garden educator, hike leader, youth group advisor, Gardener's Swap Meet coordinator, husband, and father. His lifelong quests include the search for the perfect burrito, and more recently, how to sprout an avocado tree from a pit.
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