poorwhitecrippledboy

I would guess we are sitting well above 8000 ft above sea level. (it took us nearly 11 hours of driving to get here) Much driving, poco reparation, and mucho grande Montanas, we climbed off the beach today on a road that seemed to be one long brutal uphill run, as we rolled up and up and up, the truck got hotter, and hotter and hotter, we spent at least an hour maybe two, just letting her rest, then we decided to stop and have her checked out considering we had much more mountain to climb, the culprit was a bad thermostat, after less than an hour and 200 pesos (less than 20 usd) we roll uphill, the car is good, we are tired, Ed is getting sick, (I just hope it doesn’t last long as my sickness did), we stop along the road a couple hours after dark and camp under a small grove of ancient Avocado trees. Its is cold outside, damn cold, (I suspect ed will be buying another blanket before he buys his guitar), and I need to evacuate my system, I sit under the trees on my commode chair literal

For me, Tamales remind me of Christmas in California, my family is not from Mexico, but for a good part of my life I have lived in areas that were if not a majority Mexican then pretty close, and Tamales are a decidedly Christmas fare in these areas, the basic tradition as I remember it was for all the women in the family to be in the kitchen making huge mounds of Tamales on Christmas Eve, (while all the men drank until they passed out). Tamales are a labor intensive food, you boil the husks, prepare the filling, and take mounds of wet masa and form it into Tamales, then wrap the corn husks around the filled masa and steam them, sound easy? my guess is its not, but really I cant say for sure, the one and only time I was lucky enough to be invited to one of these fetes I was forced to display my Machismo and Bravado with the Men by drinking way to much and passing out in the yard. (freshly made Tamales do make an excellent hangover food that I can say for sure) there are so many types o