The last time I ate tamales, I was 18 and in Mexico. Recently, I was invited by one of John's coworkers to join her Mexican family in their annual tamale-making night. I'm sad to say that it's not going to happen. Rita was bound and determined, but there were too many obstacles. Can we all take a moment of silence to morn the loss of a perfect evening?
Like every Sunday night, I'm posting my little menu:
Burgers and brussel sprouts
Grilled cheese and cream of tomato soup
Breakfast for dinner
Lemon-garlic kale salad