The Glider in the Attic
They didn’t tunnel out. They didn’t bribe guards. They built a glider. In an attic. In a Nazi prison. This isn’t fiction — it’s one of the wildest true stories from WWII you’ve never heard. And it never even left the roof.
They didn’t tunnel out. They didn’t bribe guards. They built a glider. In an attic. In a Nazi prison. This isn’t fiction — it’s one of the wildest true stories from WWII you’ve never heard. And it never even left the roof.
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.
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.
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.
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.