To understand how deeply tamal culture runs through California, you have to know why Enrique Zaragoza and his cellmates collected bags of Chili Cheese Fritos from the Centinela State Prison commissary.
Crushed into a soft, umami-rich powder, then hydrated to form a grainy mash, the chips stood in for masa. Using a piece of plastic, the men pressed and rolled it around a snack pack of cheddar and Chata-brand chilorio, building makeshift, contraband pork tamales to mark holidays in their cells.
âIt was something to look forward to,â said Zaragoza, who is no longer incarcerated, and recently ground corn by hand to make tamales at home. âIt was the food that made us come back to ourselves.â