“Like awesome! Oh, wow! Like totally freak me out. I mean, right on! Tamales sure are number one!”
Oh come on. I know that every single one of you use cheers from Bring It On in your daily life.
But we have more important things to discuss than Kirsten Dunst’s witty, razor-sharp cheer-snark. We have tamales.
This is going to be a long post. If you need to use the bathroom, I suggest taking your laptop with you.
THIS GOT STARTED BECAUSE…
…I’m not really sure why. At some point months ago, Chase and I were discussing tamales, probably as part of a larger discussion about Pilar’s tamale cart and street food in general. We decided, “You know what? We should totally make our own tamales sometime!” It was just like that, only pretend we sound more sophisticated about it. Flash forward to a short time later and I brought up the idea to Paul, who was like, “Yeah, I used to do that with my grandmother.” Light bulb! The three of us agreed, yes, we would have to do this. We’d use Paul’s experience and his grandmother’s recipe and my kitchen and an entire Saturday and just get. it. done!
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