Several times now, in the evening we've passed an older man and woman sitting back from the streetlamp on a corner near our apartment with two silver pots, one filled with tamales and one filled with a chocolate drink. Tonight we stopped and bought a little bag of tamales on our way home. Back at our kitchen table, we unwrapped the yellow husks to wafts of steam; we savored each bite of queso con chile verde and carne de cerdo; and I remembered one of the first times I had ever heard of Guanajuato. A few years ago, I met Gris, a woman living in Hailey who grew up in a small village here in Guanajuato and learned to cook from her grandmother. Gris taught a cooking class for the college in Hailey, and she makes excellent tamales. So, saludos a Gris!
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