Christmas Traditions, Family, Latino family tradition, Mexican Cooking, Tamales, Wine and Tamales

The Tactical Tamale Plan

It’s tamale making time. The season is just like Christmas. You look forward to the joyful day with some trepidation. Why? Because of the time it takes for planning, buying, wrapping, steaming. See, just like Christmas.

After Thanksgiving my family, including my brother, sit down and draw up our tactical tamale plan. First we have to decide on a day. Who’s working, who’s not, who’s traveling, and all that. This is how the initial conversation starts:

1. How many pounds of masa do we need? We did 35 pounds last year, not enough. Yeah, not enough green tamales, let’s make more of those, and less of the red pork. No, more red, less green. Let’s do chicken ones. NO, stay traditional. How about sweet? Hmmmh, we stink at making sweet, let’s buy those. We need a vegan recipe (for the vegan son). Forget that, do those on your own. Okay, okay, let’s get back to how many pounds of masa.

2. We decide on 40 pounds: 10 lbs. red pork, 20 lbs. green chile, and 10 lbs. of chicken with tomatillo (mom makes a disgusting face like she’s throwing up-she hates chicken). Phone rings. Add 5 more lbs for nephew who can’t join us but will pay for additional tamales. Use pork shoulder, lean but not too much. How many dozens does 40 lbs. make again? Geez, this year someone write that down, please.

3. Where are we buying the masa preparada? L.C’s is $1.79, forget that, it’s masa not dark chocolate. But it’s smooth and covers the ojas so well. No, last time there was a fight in the line, ‘stas loca. Women rolling on the floor for a bag of masa.  P.V’s is $1.19. Heck no, it’s crowded 24/7 and we have to masarle (knead lard into it). What about your neighbor with the bakery? Okay bro, that’s your job.

4. Who’s making the chile? You? Maybe next year. Ancho? Poblano? New Mexican? Okay, Ancho.

5. How many can’s of green chile’s, how many pounds of Monterey Jack cheese? Buy the shredded one, not the 5 lb blocks. Who cares if they cost a little more, if you buy blocks you’re shredding the stuff.

6.  Olives, no olives? Some olives, yes, some.

7. Ojas from P.V’s? They’re a good price but the cornsilk is still on them and some are too little, we got to piece them all together and stuff. Winco in Fresno has  ‘pre-soaked’ ojas? No me dijas. And they’re big and pretty? Yeah, they’re all evenly cut and no cornsilk, soak for 10 minutes. Really? Buy us those.

8. We’re starting at 9 in the morning because that means 10. Make sure everyone does the prep work before we get together (8 pairs of eyes shift to the one who insists on buying cheese in a giant block).

9. What kind of munchies? The baked Brie at Costco is the bomb, would go well with Ramos Torres Vino Tinto. Bring a Cabernet, don’t forget white for mom. Somebody better bring salad too. Who’s bringing the See’s Nuts and Chews and Peanut Brittle? We gotta eat, those tamales take three hours to cook. We need to put the first batch in the tina (see above photo) by noontime, 1 o’clock by the latest. Remember, everyone over the age of 5 spreads. No work, no eat.

10. Redo all of the above two more times before December 15th.

The conversation is exhausting. Imagine the shopping and set up. On the appointed day we suit up in our various aprons and lay out the various utensils we use to spread the masa on the ojas. We inevitably have the argument of butter knife versus spoon as the best utensil for a smooth application, who spreads the best, who’s taking too many breaks along with the family gossip and remembrances of previous years of tamale making.

Someone starts a pot of beans and throws in onion and a jalapeno for flavor. We spread, fill, fold, and stack at least four tamale pots. After the first batch is done, we unroll, sample, and decide if they need to steam longer or not.Time to make some Mexican rice to go with the meal. The kitchen is filled with the earthy smells of nixtamal corn, spicy chile, garlic and roasted chicken. We’re done with eating salad, brie, and crackers.

Few things are a better sight to see than steaming tamales unrolling onto a plate with just the right amount of pork in red ancho sauce enclosed with a layer of masa that is not too thin and not too thick. They go well with  Tempranillo, Malbec, or Vino Tinto.

After a couple of pots of tamales are ready, we sit down with throbbing feet, red sauce stained aprons and sore backs. We fill our plates and wine glasses too. We count our blessings, say a prayer and dig in. Hard work, but like Christmas Day, it is so worth it.

photo by robjtak
Family

Coming Home

   
Thanksgiving was everything that is important to me: family, love, food. I shared the day in two places: my home and then 200 miles away.

Right before Halloween my mom went to see my sister in Fresno and promptly decided to stay a while and visit with her daughter, grandchild and great grandchildren. She had a ball. Everyone loves ‘nana’ and the grandchildren (young adults) took turns taking her shopping: from 99 cents store to Macy’s and everywhere in between.

A week ago we spoke on the phone. My sister called me from Costco and gave the cell phone to my mom, who wanted to know what sizes my boys wear.She was Christmas shopping. There was some audio difficulty and then she said, “I don’t know how to use these 1 phones.” (iPhone). Before she hung up she said she knew she had been gone a long time, but she was a ‘prisoner of love,’ and she was staying at my sister’s for Thanksgiving.

My mom is in her eighties and I have spent every single Thanksgiving with her present. Her declaration surprised me since my brother and other sister live in the same county as she does. We all spend Thanksgiving and Christmas together, except this year my Northern Californian sister didn’t want to come down to Southern California. Her husband died two years prior right before Thanksgiving Day. I understood and decided that all of my family would drive up for the holiday. That plan went out the window when both my kids had to work Black Friday on Thanksgiving Day.

My kids were a little bummed out about this and I was a lot bummed out, but we tried to make the best of it. I even looked for the Granny Smith Apple and sweet potato recipe to duplicate. That’s my mom’s special dish. I was already missing the green beans with bacon and almonds that my NC sister makes every Thanksgiving.

We had an early bird special at my house for my family, my brother whose kids said they didn’t want to go to NC if their cousins weren’t going and my other sister, who was too sick to go to NC. We had a good time, said  our ‘thankfuls,’ and talked about being without our mother and other sister for the first time in our life.I know I’ve been blessed to have such a tight knit family and also to still have my mother around.

After the meal, I set out for a quick twenty minute walk with the dog, packed my bag, kissed my kids goodbye, and hopped in the car for the 200 mile drive to see my mom and my sister’s family for Thanksgiving. It’s a boring drive up the central valley of California until one gets closer to Fresno where the trees leaves are yellow gold, orange, red, and burnished copper. We have palm trees and Eucalyptus where I live.

It was dark when I arrived, the air a nippy forty-six degrees, and the house smelled like sweet potato and apple pie when I opened the door. My nephews were on their second round of Thanksgiving dinner. The new baby was now a smiling chubby eight month old hanging on his pretty mom’s hip. My sister smiled and said the coffee’s hot and the pie’s ready.My mom jumped out of her chair and hugged me. It was good to be home again.