


My husband and I tucked into that delicious fiambre for lunch today. Wait, what? Did I dream this whole social media fairytale? I tweet and a stranger brings me fiambre? (If you haven't had Guatemalan tamales, you're missing out.) The plates friends offered me from their family kitchens tasted a million times better.Ĭabrera left to make his last delivery of the evening, to Calabasas, but we parted promising to exchange tamales at Christmas. I only bought fiambre a few times when I lived in Guatemala because the high price was a big hit to my freelance journalist income.
