White Dog walked out to the living room to see what the explosion of barking was about. (She was amazing today walking all around the house. She is getting stronger and more evenly gaited).
"It's the Tamale Lady!" The White Dog Army cried in excitement. "Run and get dad, Bailey. Hurry before she gets to the door!"For years now we have been blessed every 6 weeks or so by a wonderful woman who comes door-to-door selling her selection of that Sunday's handmade tamales. The are so fresh that they are still warm and irresistable. We have watched her "helpers," her children grow from shy toothless grade schoolers to young adults; and she has watched the WDA grow and change as well. So long have we had this marvelous "door service" that she routine brings a half dozen plain, no spice chicken "baby-sized" tamales for her loyal WDA customers. Steve and I favor the green chile chicken or the cheese and chile but we never turn down the raditional pork and red chile veresion if that is what remains in her hot box.
"Cancel whatever you have planned for dinner, momma! We are having tamales!"
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