My friend Marisa Celise Torres, aka Tamale Lady, once took some of my birria to mess around with as most food creatives do. She made a few tamales for me and apologized because she had run out of Oaxacan cheese, so she substituted it for some queso she had made for an upcoming event of hers. For those that don’t know, Nashville folks treat queso like liquid gold, and before I had these tamales, I never really cared for it. These tamales were ridiculous and easily the cheesi
