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Since for many Angelenos, Christmastime is Tamale-time, our local Fox station recently asked on-air for viewers to let them know where the best tamales in town can be found. They put together a segment covering what emerged as the top four: South El Monte's El Mano Market, and Juanito's, La Indiana, and Liliana's--all in East L.A. For most, it's the quality of the ingredients that makes one tamale top another, while for many, it's the pursuit of the elusive bite that echoes something from a time gone by. Maybe they're the ones sold by your neighborhood "Tamale Man" (or woman), or maybe they're the ones you make with your family. So did the Fox viewers get it right? Are those really the best tamales in town?

  • LAist has all the info you need to get a handle on your May Day, from transit troublespots to protest participation potential. But The Sausage Factory clues us in to another special celebration tomorrow: "Councilman Ed Reyes and Police Chief Bill Bratton are participating in a 'Tamales for Peace' event with organizers of tomorrow's May Day parade as all parties involved pledge there will not be a repeat of last year's clash with police." No word if actual tamales will be involved.

  • It's tamale season! Every year around this time, our family spends one Sunday wrapping tamales for Christmas Eve. It's easiest to make the meat the day before, then have the wrapping party the next day. This is not a solo project. Stock up on beer and make something easy, like chili, and invite all of your friends over. Call every Mexican restaurant/deli/store in your phone book and find one that sells the masa pre-prepared. Some...

    You still have until 6pm tonight to get over to MacArthur Park and hit the tamale festival! I'm even thinking about going back again for the one treat I missed, and then I realized that I would have to be crazy to do that. So, I will probably see you there! The tamale eating contest is at 1pm. If things go the way they do on TV, I'm sure it will make you never...

    "Ta-ma-leees!" he cries out in the morning air. "Tamales, tamales, tamaleeeees! Los tamales!" Every Sunday morning, somewhere in the environs of the unholy hour of 7:30 a man parks his truck on the street outside my apartment, unloads a cooler full of tamales, and proclaims his wares are for sale. And it drives me nuts. Firstly, I would have to say this disturbs me because frankly, I hate tamales. I know, I know, this makes...

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