*scratches belly*
Not like it counts, anyway. Almost every weekend I'm unable to sleep in. Why? Because a woman roams the neighborhood at 8am belting, "TAMAAAAAALES! CHAMPURRADOOOOOO!" And sure enough, if you go outside you'll find her pushing around a grocery cart filled with tamales and champurado.
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TAMALE
Delicious corn meal thing stuffed with meat or-- if you're a God-subverting vegetarian like I am-- cheese. The ones the tamale lady makes even has a pepper inside.
CHAMPURRADO
A thick, cinnamon kind of milky beverage served hot. It is pretty dank.
They're both really good and really cheap. A small consolation for being awoken before noon. I guess of all the things Whittier could use to wake me up, tamales and champurrado aren't the worst. Just like the ceaseless pops and bangs I hear outside my window all night. Those are fireworks. Right?
BORED BLOGGER CHALLENGE: Use the words 'flabbergasted' and 'incidentally' in a picture involving penguins. Go!
...That's all I've got. Happy Sunday.
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