About a week ago I heard rapping on my front door. I greeted the stranger and asked what I could do for her. The little Mexican lady announced she was selling tamales and inquired if I would like any to which I replied fuck no. I am not going to buy tamales, or any other cooked food product for that matter, from a stranger who is at best without any food licensing and at worst trying to poison me. So a few days later my lady says she has a surprise for me: fucking tamales. Those persistent bastards returned when I was not home and sold them to my lady! So I am stuck with these potentially lethal tamales but I decide to cheat death and consume them. Holy fuck those tamales were the bomb! So how do you make them? Pay the nice lady for the tamales; pretend you made them.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tamales
About a week ago I heard rapping on my front door. I greeted the stranger and asked what I could do for her. The little Mexican lady announced she was selling tamales and inquired if I would like any to which I replied fuck no. I am not going to buy tamales, or any other cooked food product for that matter, from a stranger who is at best without any food licensing and at worst trying to poison me. So a few days later my lady says she has a surprise for me: fucking tamales. Those persistent bastards returned when I was not home and sold them to my lady! So I am stuck with these potentially lethal tamales but I decide to cheat death and consume them. Holy fuck those tamales were the bomb! So how do you make them? Pay the nice lady for the tamales; pretend you made them.
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THANK GOD there's something funny in Oregon - but, of course, it would have to be in Portland. I have had the misfortune, due to pathetic life circumstances, to move BACK to the horrible dirthole of Klamath Falls after leaving hell-with-gun-racks 46 years ago. Let me tell you, my friends back in San Francisco, come on up and visit and I will PROVE to you that, "Oooohhh, Oregon! It's SO BEAUTIFUL up there!" is crap. And wouldn't you know...it was one of those friends in SF who sent me a link to this quasi-cooking blog! But, I notice you have a cooking lesson called: How to Mince Garlic. Christ, I thought only Eastern Oregonians were dumb as mud.
P.S. I did a post called "Comfort foods of the Google Earth Community" a few months ago. I had done a Google Image search for some reason came up with th Cock Flavoured Soup Mix. I am delighted to see you using it as your logo.
Diane
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