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All writing and images ©Cliff Hutson unless expressly noted. Do not use without permission.
The impetus for this post is that National Taco Day is now the first Tuesday in October.
The top photo was taken in an old fashion California style Mexican restaurant that I frequent on a nearly monthly basis for lunch with friends. The remainder are of tacos that I made myself at home.
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September 25 is National Quesadilla Day. A quesadilla is a Mexican dish consisting of a tortilla that is filled with cheese, and sometimes includes meat and/or other fillings, and then cooked on a comal, in a skillet, or on a griddle.
Toppings can also be used. Popular ones are guacamole, sour cream, or one's choice of salsa.
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| January 2021 Books: photo by Cliff Hutson |
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| To Be a Bird: photo by Cliff Hutson |
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| LA City Hall: photo by Cliff Hutson |
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| Tamales de Bruce: photo by Cliff Hutson |
The word “tamale”, or tamal in Spanish, derives from the Aztec word of the Nahuatl language, tamalli, meaning “wrapped food.” In most versions, tamales are made from a mixture of corn dough (masa) and filling, then wrapped in a corn husk (or perhaps a banana leaf), and then steamed. The tamal is unwrapped before being eaten.
While store-bought tamales, or those from vendors (tamaleros), are available year round, Homemade ones, as they are very labor intensive, are usually reserved for big occasions like Dia de los Muretos, Christmas, New Year's Day, or other special celebrations. Indeed, many of us think of tamal season as starting in November and running to January.
In The Time Before, many us would gather at my son's home for a tamale making party, a tamalada, or he would bring them to some other family gathering. Sadly, that was not in the cards this year, of course. But, I am fortunate enough that he was willing to make a one hundred mile round trip just to drop off some off on my porch. So, while this dinner was with just me and my cat, I was still with family in a way and the tradition continued.