today, we went over to lady friend’s parents’ where we helped make the yearly christmas tamales. it was like a tamale factory. we started by pulling the beef apart. i was elbow deep in meat. then i cleaned some corn husks while the others assembled the ingredients. i’ve always loved the taste of tamales, but before today, i never really knew all that went into making them. now i know why they only get made once a year.
if i spend the rest of my life making tamales and drinking egg nog at this time of year without a single snowflake on the ground, i will be happy.
mmmmm damn, i am soooo jealous right now! I miss the smells of tamales steaming all through the house, not to mention the tasting and indulging myself into about 12 during the day (that is probably a little exaggerated).