I don’t remember when or where I first heard that old gag. “Chili today, hot tamale.” It sounds like something the old man would’ve said.
He picked up some Spanish down in Panama and he’d toss fragments of it at me and my sis as a call-and-response joke come bedtime. We had to repeat each phrase after he uttered it. (“Repitan ustedes.”)
“Hasta la vista.”
“¿Como se llama?”
“Buenos noches.”
This last became “Buenos snowshoes” at some point. Lord, what white people will do to someone else’s language.
Anyway, it’s chilly today, so I plan to make chili today, from a Pierre Franey recipe. No tamales, though. Eso es demasiado como el trabajo.
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Flied lice for lunch down here in chilly Sierra Vista.
We had a grad student named Zifu in my department. One of the postdocs nicknamed him “seafood” in the lab one day. I was ready to admonish the post doc, but Zifu started laughing and seemed to be part of the gag, so I left it alone.
Nowadays, it would be a massive incident.