Oh yes. It is that time. Time for tamales. A ritual of sorts with my family.
As I sit here, waiting for my darling Husband to finish up some work I will update this bloggy thingy of mine.
I grew up with a Mother who was and is amazing. A cook, an artist, a crafter, a sewer, a boo-boo kisser, an advice giver... a woman that filled many roles well. One of the things I remember most were the tamales growing up-well that and her crafting in general. I loved watching her make things in the kitchen as well as at her craft tables.
Her and my father-she more than he, used to make tamales to sell every year around the holidays. They became so popular and in such high demand it would take a few days to make enough to sell, and still have some left for us to eat. That eventually caused the Eberle Tamale production to cease. They got so burnt out that we didn't even make tamales for us for a few years. Once the hubbub died down, a few years ago, as if by magic- the production line was up and running again.
This time I was able to help. I learned the mysteries that were raveled in her corn husks, and the secrets that were in her masa...of course nothing could prepare me for the production line other than just jumping right in. Making a mess, and making a few mistakes as well. Whoever comes to make the tamales gets some to take home as well. If you just come to hang out you only get to eat them as they are finished, and no extras go home. This rule blossomed from the fact that some would come and hang out while the Little Red Hen did all the soaking of the husks, making of the masa, blending of the herbs and turkey for the filling, and the tedious wrapping of the tamales-and expect to get a dozen or two to take home...but as the fable tells us-if you don't help, you don't get to share in the rewards.
We made over 300 tamales by my count, er rather: estimation of how many eaten by how many guests plus how many were stuffed in the vacuum sealed bags...I would not be surprised if my count was low.
As I sit here, waiting for my darling Husband to finish up some work I will update this bloggy thingy of mine.
I grew up with a Mother who was and is amazing. A cook, an artist, a crafter, a sewer, a boo-boo kisser, an advice giver... a woman that filled many roles well. One of the things I remember most were the tamales growing up-well that and her crafting in general. I loved watching her make things in the kitchen as well as at her craft tables.
Her and my father-she more than he, used to make tamales to sell every year around the holidays. They became so popular and in such high demand it would take a few days to make enough to sell, and still have some left for us to eat. That eventually caused the Eberle Tamale production to cease. They got so burnt out that we didn't even make tamales for us for a few years. Once the hubbub died down, a few years ago, as if by magic- the production line was up and running again.
This time I was able to help. I learned the mysteries that were raveled in her corn husks, and the secrets that were in her masa...of course nothing could prepare me for the production line other than just jumping right in. Making a mess, and making a few mistakes as well. Whoever comes to make the tamales gets some to take home as well. If you just come to hang out you only get to eat them as they are finished, and no extras go home. This rule blossomed from the fact that some would come and hang out while the Little Red Hen did all the soaking of the husks, making of the masa, blending of the herbs and turkey for the filling, and the tedious wrapping of the tamales-and expect to get a dozen or two to take home...but as the fable tells us-if you don't help, you don't get to share in the rewards.
We made over 300 tamales by my count, er rather: estimation of how many eaten by how many guests plus how many were stuffed in the vacuum sealed bags...I would not be surprised if my count was low.
Assembly table...we made a sticky mess, but it was yummy fun!
One steamer pot full...I think there were five total. A MA ZING and GOOD!
This was the way my Mother used to make ALL of her tamales... isn't it just darling? She made one special tamale for my Hubby and I to share. :)
It was hard not to lick the plate before taking a picture. Sorry about the bad quality...hubby had the iphone.
Oh and did I mention that these tamales are made with Turkey...and have no lard...and are the BEST I've ever had?
Yeah. Guilt-free tamales. Just try to say no to that.
Time to end the first day of 2012. Good night all, and thanks for reading!
Just another day in the life of C A Stone...♥
Live in the rhythm of love...and share the bliss!
Yeah. Guilt-free tamales. Just try to say no to that.
Time to end the first day of 2012. Good night all, and thanks for reading!
Just another day in the life of C A Stone...♥
Live in the rhythm of love...and share the bliss!
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