In San Cristobal the classic saying is slightly different. "Nothing is certain except death and tamales on Saturday." Never fails. The entire city, as tradition has it, sits down to tamales every Saturday afternoon. A magical mush of corn goodness, along with a mix of bay leafs, chicken, beans, etc, which is all wrapped and steamed in corn husks and served piping hot. I have come to love these regional treats in a very short time. Oh, and this weekend ritual has its own red light district. That is, every Saturday morning little red lights in front of small homes along quiet side streets throughout town burn bright, indicating they have tamales for sale.
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