It Would Be So Fine to See Your Face at My Door

I couldn't take it one more day hearing about my sister's homemade delicious tamales.  I have made them, even a few times successfully but now it seems like a dream.  I'm not willing to put in the effort at this juncture in my life but hope to attempt many times in the future.  Other women browse clothes on-line, I browse the Amazon Fresh food aisles.  Whole Foods offered this great package of Frozen beef tamales.  I couldn't click fast enough.

Now normally when you make a huge pot of tamales, it's all about standing at the counter, waiting for them to cool from steaming and getting like 3 of them down before you even consider any kind of a dinner idea.  Actually, I don't think I ever made it beyond that.  You just eat them, as fast as you can.  But with the frozen and no hours of work and waiting behind me, I thought to put together a plate.  However, I'm also not the one to make homemade refried beans and Mexican rice this week, so I did a brown rice and opened a can of vegan beans but also included a side salad with avocado.  So there you have it, an odd Tamale dinner plate served in Brooklyn.  They were great though, of course that little extra magic that just-made, homemade gives was missing.  This was like Methadone to heroin.  It stopped me from dreaming about my sister's and that will have to suffice for now.

I miss my sister and want so much to taste her tamales.  Best case scenario would be for her to visit with a few dozen in hand.