I Miss It Most Days
Town’s got sidewalks, drive-thrus, and trash pickup. But I used to have airplanes in the yard and river mornings out back. So yeah… I miss it. Most days, I miss it bad.
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I Sat Down to Write the Steps… and Hit a Wall
After making tamales yesterday, I sat down to write the instructions like I said I would. But the husks and seasonings made me stop and think. What if I just made a kit? If you’d be interested, let me know.
Why I Swore Off Frozen Tamales — For Good
Frozen tamales aren’t bad. But after making (and selling) a million of them, I finally said out loud what I’d been thinking for years: fresh ones are 10 times better.
The Tamale Business I Didn’t Mean to Start
Every Fall, the tamale texts start rolling in. I used to make thousands. Now? Not a chance. But I might just show you how we did it — masa, sauces, meat prep and all.
I Was Just Hungry. Then I Met Java Java.
What started as a quick breakfast stop turned into a surprisingly great burrito, a purple soda experiment, and a reminder that friendly folks and real food still exist — right on River Drive in Davenport.