Spent my Sunday makin’ tamales. I’m tired, drained and pooped! Tamales are serious work! Don’t know what I was thinkin’! Boo did volunteer to help spread and fill and thank goodness!!!
I would probably still be doin’ it, if he hadn’t.
But the thing I love more than the taste of tamales, are the memories of makin’ em. It was a Pérez tradition growin’ up, every Christmas Eve. And I haven’t done this in ages. First time I ever attempted them 4 years ago, I had momma on the line the whole time and she walked me through it. I’m glad I jotted all the notes down afterwards, cause they came in handy this time around and for many years to come I’m sure. This time I hollered at momma to let her know that I was makin’ them. I think she was in shock that I was attemptin’ em again!
They sure are delish~