Anyone who knows my family well knows that Christmas time means tamale-making time. This year we had a VERY lean crew of my mom, dad and me. Keith was watching the boys and we didn't think there were any other gringos in the Valley worthy of making tamales with us! So, four hours later, we were gorging ourselves on this delicious treat (I had a half dozen myself - Keith beat me out by two). :) My mom is probably still in her kitchen bagging up these addictive goodies. Keith calls them heroin in corn husks. I agree!
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Wish I could have been there too! YUM!
Wish I could have been there too! YUM!
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