Yesterday morning I awoke to three feet of snow and a blizzard, and after a long flight from Ithaca to LA, I woke up this morning to sunshine and 76 degree weather. I love Los Angeles. So the only appropriate thing to do was go to the beach to rollerblade, stopping on the way at Palms Market (on Motor between Palms and Tabor) for some serious carnitas tacos. After perusing the Mexican market for homemade salsas, tortillas, chorizo, tejocote fruit, and jarritos soda, the wonderful owner, Sonia Munoz, told us to stop by later in the day for tamale making. You see, tonight was the first night of La Posada (the nine days leading up to Christmas), and hungry devotees would need some comforting, steaming hot tamales during their candlelight vigil around the neighborhood. I love tradition, I really do. Especially when it involves tamales.
El maestro de los tamales
Pork in salsa roja tamale
Cheese and poblano pepper tamale
Pork, chicken, and cheese tamales... to be steamed and gobbled up
Pressing the masa (tamale dough)out onto the hoja de maiz (corn husk)
Palms Market owners Sonia Munoz and Arturo Munoz
Jarritos, Jarritos, Jarritos
Friiiied pork skin
Tomatillos roasting alongside tortillas and carne asada
*A shout out to my wonderful brother Ethan, who bought me a Nikon D3000 digital SLR for the holidays. Could ya tell? ;)
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