#Salvadoran tamales

[alexandrium]

had some banana leaf wrapped tamales that were Mexican style and I can see why every little Mexican kid around me hated the banana leaf ones. for some reason they were pretty flavorless compared to every central american type I've ever had

[miguelswifey04]

Are you still taking requests with nationalities?Could you make a fic with miguel and a Salvadoran fem reader please? 🥺

miguel o’hara x salvadoreña! fem reader

miguel walked into a vibrant salvadoran restaurant, the smell of pupusas and tamales instantly enveloping his senses. he had heard about this place from a fellow superhero and decided to try it out. enticed by the mouthwatering dishes, he found himself a seat and awaited his meal. as he sat there, miguel couldn't help but notice a captivating beauty a few tables away. your mocha skin glowed in the warm lighting of the restaurant, and your eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and intelligence. you wore a traditional salvadoran dress, showcasing your proud heritage.

being naturally drawn to her, miguel took a deep breath and approached your table. "hola, mi nombre es miguel. ¿puedo sentarme contigo?" he asked respectfully, hoping to strike up a conversation. you smiled warmly, your eyes lighting up as you welcomed him to join you. "claro, miguel. estoy feliz de tener compañía. ¿eres de el salvador también?"

miguel’s surprise was evident on his face. "no, soy de estados unidos. perro soy mexicano y irlandeses.” you chuckled, her voice melodious. "tu acento tiene un aire familiar. perro yo soy salvadoreña." as you started talking, miguel’s heart warmed as you shared stories of your homeland, your families, and your love for your culture. he found himself falling deeper for this incredible woman with every word they exchanged.

days turned into weeks, and your bond grew stronger. miguel couldn't help but admire your resilience and strength, traits that mirrored his own. one evening, miguel invited you to swing through the city with him, showcasing the beauty that lay above the bustling streets. holding your hand, he guided you through the mesmerizing skyline, the night breeze rustling your hair.

as you perched on a rooftop, overlooking the cityscape, miguel couldn't contain his emotions any longer. his heart burst with love for you, knowing that he never wanted to let you go. “eres mi corazón," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "tu amor ha iluminado mi vida. eres la persona más especial que he conocido." your eyes welled up with tears of joy, mirroring his own. "miguel, tú también has iluminado mi vida. eres mi inspiración y mi motivación. te amo con todo mi corazón."

and in that moment, miguel and you sealed your love with a tender kiss, your hearts intertwined in a dance of passion and shared dreams. your salvadoran roots served as a strong foundation, nurturing your connection and strengthening your bond. you continued to navigate the challenges that life threw your way, drawing strength from your love and the rich heritage you shared. miguel often expressed his love for you in spanish, whispering sweet words that made your heart flutter.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @astro1bloom @meeom

[panvani]

Getting fucked up off these Salvadoran tamales

[tinamybeloved]

haiii 27 and 28 :3

Haiii sappy 🌸

27 it’s a variation of the outfit I’m currently wearing lol. Green pants that are like kind of slacks but too comfy and not structured enough to be slacks kind of similar to a cargo but not enough pockets and a black long sleeve Henley. <- lots of words to say Lowkey Kim possible cosplay

28 tamal de pollo, atol de elote, quesadilla, and buñuelos <- traditional Salvadoran meal + my fave Colombian treat

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(no but we love, sincerely love, a big latinx multicultural family for a lot of reasons, but right now i love it because everyone makes the same foods just a little to the left. like a big ol tamal swap because salvadoran tamals are different from mexican ones are different from colombian ones and its a beautiful beautiful thing)

[necromancy-savant]

There’s a restaurant within walking distance of me that serves Chinese, Mexican, and Salvadoran cuisine and according to Yelp it’s cheap, delicious, and the portions are huge. I’m going to get dumplings and tacos and tamales and spring rolls and plantains and probably a pupusa and

[hellbraiser]

I had some left overs from a Salvadoran restaurant which included one tamale so I thought hey I'll heat that up for a little dinner and I thought it was pork so like imagine my surprise when I split open my tamale and it's just like completely empty. Turns out it was a tamale de elote and it was very good but like imagine my shock.

[theantilesliedotcom]

Rojo Cielo es Mi Cielo, Tambien

Last night, Zac took me to my favorite Mexican restaurant in the area because I had to show it off (he’s from Arizona and we’re seemingly alone in this city in terms of “our food.” Texas and Arizona are Mexican influenced to a very heavy degree, and DC is, shall we say……. Not. I like Salvadoran food. I like Nicaraguan food, etc. But there’s no nostalgia in banana leaf tamales for either of us.…

[pedripop]

Damn whenever I'm sad or some shit my bf either makes me food or buys some

He's Salvadorian and makes really yummy food, especially platano frito 🤩

okay that’s OUR boyfriend now/j

RAHHH ME AND UR BF ARE TWINS FRRR

‘m half mexican n salvadoran HEHAHAHRUFISKFS

platano frito is so freaking yummy especially if u add salvadoran crema HAHDUSIFIRUFUWCYYS 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

‘m so hungry help me.

SALVADORAN TAMALes aRE SO YUMMY TOO OMG

[honeyleesblog]

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[detroitpigout]

Over a decade one of the most popular Sw Detroit eating spots. We been customers since opening, they closed over a year for Covid. Always a fabulous Authentic Salvadoran meal. Da Pupusas are the star on the menu, over a dozen different fillings. We had a great combo the winner for me Jalapeno n Cheese rules. Had a couple Salvadoran Tamal different than the Mexican style, a Perco be Pork and Pollo be Chicken both marvelous. Had a really unique Hen Soup be a pound plus Chicken Breast, Rice, Beans, Bread and quart of Mega Veggie Soup. A perfect dish for sharing so delicious 😋. Shout Out to Gabby our superstar waitress, her uncle owns the place. New fancy construction out front a mega patio will be open this spring. #pupuseriayrestaurantesalvadoreno #pupusas #pupusaria #hensoup #salvadorianfood #tamal #eatswdetroit #salvador @gabygeeeeee (at Pupuseria Y Restaurante Salvadoreño) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm-PHd4M8rm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[reptilia2003]

i want pupusas it’s been so long since i had them

[panvani]

SALVADORAN TAMALES

[chubbyevilbrat]

You said your mom was proud of when you pigged out in front of her? Most latina moms would hate seeing their daughters eat even a little too much. What’s that about

My moms just built different tbh. Jk, us Salvadorans love our food and love eating it. (Hence why we make like hundreds of tamales for holidays lolol) I think it depends on where they come from

[yeirybird]

When the masa is as thicc as you

[theleftovertaco]

Champurrado

It’s winter and when you’re Latina/Mexican that means champurrado. It’s a form of spiced hot chocolate. While my mom’s side is British and German, my dad’s is Mexican and Salvadoran so i grew up with tamales, tacos, enchiladas, as well as conchas, champurrado, tres leches, arroz con leche, and flan. I rarely see content surrounding POC readers, but when I see any form of HP hispanic/latino content my heart swells just a little bit because I know there’s other people who might also want to see that. This is partially reflected in my personal experience with my families culture and history, so it may not reflect yours. If you want me to go further in depth or look upon a specific aspect of this I completely will. 

ONTO THE FIC

You really did miss home. Sure, Hogwarts was nice, you absolutely loved your friends. But there was nothing like visiting your abuelos and having them usher you into their home with comments about how you looked hungry, have you eaten today?

You missed the food too. Desperately.

The elves worked magic with their food, but they still did have to cater to mostly European students. 

British European students. 

And yeah, sure, fish and chips was good every once in a while and beef wellington and pasties were all fine, but since most of the food was British, that meant most of the food had little to no spice and very little flavoring. It was a lot of meat and potatoes. 

You were looking forward to going home for the holidays, but something had come up and your parents couldn’t have you back, no matter how much both you and your family wanted. 

So here you were, at 3 in the morning on Christmas break, having snuck in through the fruit bowl portrait, trying to frantically salvage some of the winter spirit that had been drained over time.

It was a spice induced extravaganza. About fifty tamales were steaming in a pot, pozole was simmering away in another, conchas were in the oven, and a wonderful smelling pot of champurrado was on the stove. 

“What the bloody hell happened here?”

You screamed and dropped the spoon you were holding to look at who had scared you, to find Fred and George had also snuck into the kitchens late at night, likely for a prank planning snack. 

“Don’t scare me like that!” “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to.” Fred kissed you on the forehead and hugged you from behind.

“Smells nice in here, whatcha cookin?”

“A bunch of stuff. Can’t go home for the holidays and I was homesick for Mexican food so I came down here and next thing I know I’m making 4 dishes at once.”

George opened the lid on the tamale pot and sputtered when he was promptly assaulted with a face full of steam.

“Can we have some?”

“Sure, Jesus knows I made too much for one person.”

George used a pair of tongs to grab a few tamales, while Fred spooned out three bowls of pozole and you got three glasses for water. The three of you sat down and dug in. 

“Mm, this is good, your grandmother’s recipe?” Fred moaned and turned to you.

You nodded in response, your mouth too full to respond. “Great grandmothers, actually.” 

“What do you call that in Spanish? Great grandmother.” George asked

“Ah, mi bisabuela.”

They both hummed in response and there was little conversation for a few minutes while each of you ate your food.

“Oh, that was good. You have a knack for cooking.”

“And baking, hold on a sec, the conchas are coming out of the oven.” You grabbed an oven mitt to take the sweet bread out of the oven. Placing one on each plate and ladelling three cups of champurrado, you haphazardly carried them to the table in the middle.

Fred smelled the spiced cocoa and groaned.

“What’s in this, it smells amazing.”

“A mix of stuff. Cinnamon sticks, anise, piloncillo, that kind of stuff. My abuela sent me some of the things I would need cause you can’t find them in most of the UK.”

You teared off a piece of the bread and dipped it in the sweet drink, Fred and George followed suit.

“Why the hell doesn’t British food do this?” George asked staring at the bread in wonder.

“Because latinos know how to flavor their food.” Fred stuck out his tongue but stood up to get more conchas anyways. 

Idle chatter filled the room while the three of you ate. Grades, new prank ideas and WWW ideas.

“Ok, ok, ok, but hear me out on this? Sour candies that make you scream the second they hit your tongue:Screaming sour pops?”

“Ooh, I like that one, George, add that to the list.” George pulled out a notebook and scribbled it down in illegible handwriting. 

By the time you had finished your food, the sun was starting to come up. 

“Merlin, it’s breakfast already.” George got up while Fred was leaning over at the table.

“Can’t eat. Too full.” He turned to glare at you, “It’s your fault.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you and your amazing food. Screw you.” You laughed and pecked his cheek. The leftover food had already been put into storage containers so you could eat it later.

“Eh, it’s break, I think I’ll just head back to the dorms and sleep for the next nineteen hours.” You also headed towards the portrait exit. 

“I think we’ll do the same. Thank you for the food love.”

“Of course.” Fred leaned down to kiss you.

“Good night love, or, morning, I guess.”

Ok this made my heart happy. Please tell me if you enjoyed reading this bc I enjoyed writing it.