I didn’t grow up making tamales. In fact, I’ve made them only once, but that was enough for me to gain an immense appreciation for them. There was no bustling bevy of abuelas, tias, and hermanas. There were just two of us. Just two gringas facing the mountain of masa, the pots of fillings, the packages of corn husks.  I thought my tamale making day … Continue reading Appreciating Tamales