Relationship: Child of im/migrant

Have you ever woken up to the smell of Tamales being cooked slowly and the banana leaves releasing all their flavor and smell all around the house? Because ever since I was a little boy, I would always watch my mom make Tamales from scratch around winter. I would watch her mix the flour with the fat to create the masa for the tamales. I would always ask her if I could help her out, but she always told me I'm too young to be helping her and once I grow up she would let me make the masa. I also remember her making many different types of Tamales with different salsas in them, but she would also make some with just chicken and cheese for use since the salsas were too spicy for me. My most memorable moment eating Tamales is when my mom made them on Christmas. She would put the tamales in a bread kind of like a torta, and it was so good. She also gave us a cup of Mexican hot chocolate to go with the Tamales, this moment is the most memorable because it made me thankful for the food my culture has. Now my mom lets me prepare the Masa for the Tamales and also lets me wrap them just like my grandma taught my mom how to make them.

Place(s): Mexico
Year: 2007

– Edwin Lucas

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant