I was commuting between Houston and Atlanta out of the old terminal at Hobby where you could see the xray screen. I was bringing frozen tamales back. They were tied in a bundle in my carry on. As I watched them go through I thought that looks like dynamite that Wiley Coyote would use. TSA agent yells ma'am step away from the counter. They send two agents to open my bag very carefully. One yells Tamales! Have a nice day.Well i need to get another customer in the Houston area. Last year i checked a cooler bag full of Chapell-Hill sausages and fajita-beef from my favorite mexican-store, at the airport. They asked twice »You have what in that bag?«