The Street Vendor

A lifetime ago I used to walk to Woolworth’s Five and Dime on Friday night and wait on my mother to finish cutting window blinds. She always stopped at the corner of Colorado and Maringo Streets to by ready-to-eat tamales from the street vendor. They were the size of today’s pound hamburger roll and cost five cents (It was 1945).

Fast forward 72 years….Barb made tamale pie for lunch today using cornmeal, chicken, brown sugar, and mustard seed. The first bite sent me back to the vendor man.