The best part about this amazing tamale is that I didn’t make it! Actually, that’s not true. I would love to know how to make tamales. But, after a long week, it was very nice to simply steam the tamales, toss a salad and slip into something a bit more comfortable — my glass of red wine, of course. The beauty of this tamale, however, is actually how it landed on my plate in the first place.
After a long haitus without a housekeeper, Maria and I finally found each other. She is eager to help and I am desperate for it. I have many faults and poor housekeeping graces the top of the list.
Muchos Gracias, Maria!