bet they're delicious, pawcatch.
When I worked for the Borg (SAIC), the cleaning crew was this gaggle of little Latinas who thought it was amusing that this fat white Irish-Murcan John Goodman lookalike spoke pretty impressive Castellano spanish with an Argentine accent. We got to talking about food, and one of the ladies offered to whip up a batch of tamales con pollo for me to try.
Not one to turn down authentic Mex food, I agreed.
Next day, she showed up with literally a galvanized 2-gallon bucket filled to overflowing with about 4 dozen still HOT from the oven of the most delicious spicy chicken tamales I've ever had. Even after sharing with the rest of the orifice, there was still a couple dozen left that she insisted I take home.
Not too long after that, she went in business with her nephew and opened a restaurant in town.
AFAIK, it's still there in Nuke City and doing well.