Ole!

Goodness! What’s all this? Well, yesterday Husband had the day off, so he decided to take on the challenge of making tamales. And when I say yesterday, I mean yesterday. As in, the entire day. The tamale-making process is quite an affair. No wonder there are so many frozen tamale options in the grocery store freezers. (By the way, that Dr. Pepper is not for refreshment.)

And so we begin.

Mmm, what’s in here? The sweet pork that’s been cooking all day. It smelled fantastic. I would have eaten the whole pot with a fork, but I had to show restraint. I did want a tamale, after all.

Next,

No, my friends, that is not butter. That is lard. Yes, LARD. As my brother says,
“fat = flavor.”

Next mix a whole bunch of stuff together to make the masa. I won’t go into detail because I want to get to the eating part.

Mix, mix, mixity.

Now we’re getting to the good part. Take one of these,

spread on this,

pile on that (don’t you just love my creative use of pronouns?),

then roll, baby, roll.

Aaaannnnd, place!

And then I had a Peep from all that hard work I did watching this process.

One of the specimens was super grande. I called him Paco.

I don’t have any pictures of the finished product on a plate. Frankly, by this time I was done taking pictures and I just wanted to eat. And boy did I. Grocery stores ain’t got nothin’ on this.