Can Thanksgiving holidays be only a few weeks away? I am becoming concerned about how to entertain out of town guests. A typical groaning board of Thanksgiving treats and marathon hours of TV football games will keep everyone engaged on Thursday. But how about Friday? “Do we dare try
another tamalada (tamale making)?” I wondered.
Bittersweet memories of our last tamalada several years ago come to mind. We had decided to streamline the traditional process. My chuck wagon cook husband Wayne always has a cooked brisket or two in the freezer, so we substituted the typical pork for beef. I usually spend an afternoon making sauce by hand from the dried red chile pods, but this time I used a package of freeze dried chile and reconstituted it.
We had
seven people in an assembly line in the kitchen, with my husband as head chef,
barking out orders about how thick to spread masa (dough) on the husks, and our
son Clayton as sous chef, demonstrating the best husk rolling and folding
technique. I was relegated to selecting
wide, sturdy husks and draining them in the sink (truly an art form!). Guests were allowed to do whatever job they
felt comfortable doing. Soon the little
tamale packages were stacked in the pot and placed on the stove.
Now, how long
before we could eat tamales? The chile con
queso that I had prepared to tide the guests over had long since disappeared,
and the jar of jamaica (hibiscus flower water) was almost gone. My various recipes and notes gave a range for
cooking tamales from 30 minutes to 90 minutes.
Checking the tamales meant reaching into a steam-filled pot and
unwrapping a tamal (the singular form of the word in Spanish) to see if
the husk would pull away from the masa, not a job for the
faint-hearted. Finally, “ten more
minutes” announced my husband to the expectant guests. About two dozen tamales were consumed in a matter of minutes, most of them
pulled directly from the pot and consumed standing by the stove.
After our guests
departed, tamale husks littered the kitchen, red chile sauce spotted the
kitchen counters and stained the blender, and leftover tamales cooled in
every conceivable spot. We stuffed the
tamales into freezer bags, labeled them, and put them in the freezer for future
feasts. “Do you think everyone had a
good time?” Wayne asked me as we wearily
climbed the stairs to bed.
Now the big decision is whether we want to host a tamalada this year. I'll keep you posted! Do you have tamale making experiences to share?
Love it!!!!!!!!! Yes that is fun!! Can you stand it again?? I hope so!!!!!!! Enjoyed this reading very much! Bravo Linda!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for comment! A holiday tamalada is sounding better and better the more we talk about it.
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