Christmas Eve tamales

I was never a big fan of tamales until my family started making them. My mom — probably one of the biggest health gurus I know — went through trial batch after trial batch of masa to get it as healthy as possible. No way will she used the dough from the market made with lard. And no way will she use regular oils in her own masa. Somehow, she came up with a recipe using olive oil, and it’s awesome.

Late on Christmas Eve, we made beef and chicken tamales as a family tradition, of sorts. My recommendation: Don’t attempt tamales at the same time you’re prepping two turkeys and all the fixings for Christmas Day.

My nephew Joseph was also over since his mom and new baby sister are still in the hospital. He saw pictures of Maggie and I with fake mustaches and he begged to take mustache pics, too.

At the end of the night, I washed my hands of corn goo and passed out ’til morning. Not even Santa could wake me.

What did you do on Christmas Eve?

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One Response to Christmas Eve tamales

  1. Maggie says:

    Aww, Joseph is so adorable! I love how he’s not even smiling or making goofy faces in most of them!

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