I bought them from a roadside vendor at the junction of highway one and the dirt road that heads north through San Blas. The tamales were warm and
tasty, and the wheel of queso fresco was mild and broke into chunks easily.
I put the cheese in a ziplock bag, and it spent a couple of weeks traveling in my ice chest. I have always preferred a stong, ripe cheese, so it was
fun tasting the product as it transformed from mild and crumbly to almost gooey and pungent. In my opinion, the last bite was better than the first!
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