In trying to keep eating at home interesting, I made another pass through my to-try recipe folder. I am always clipping from the “too many” food-oriented magazines I get. Sometimes I clip a ton and sometimes nothing seems to grab me. I should probably pay more attention to when I am reading them. Might have something to do with being hungry. I notice that I seem to get on Pinterest at about 4:30 most days and by the time I go start dinner, I practically want to pass out. Not to mention that I start to pin nearly all the chocolate things I see! Probably the same issue with my recipe clipping. Anyway…
Tamales are something that I typically order when I go to a traditional Mexican restaurant. Either that or the rellenos, or both if I get a combo plate. Don’t judge me! I love them both so it is sometimes hard to choose between them. I figured, why not make them for myself so that I can control the ingredients and portions? Seemed logical. Besides, I like to be able to try out techniques that I may not have used in other forms of cooking.
Tamales weren’t particularly technical, or even hard for that matter, but they had so many steps that I had underestimated how long I needed and we ended up having what I term “a European dinner” – i.e. we ate late. The kids were thrilled with the little packages, but then quickly baffled by what to do with them. I spent a good 10 minutes unwrapping tamales and disposing of husks before I got to sit down and eat.
In the end, I would defintely make them again. I have to. I have a huge bag of masa and a nearly full bag of husks! The gang will be having them again whether they liked them or not – LOL! Thank goodness that they actually did like them. I think I may also tackle making these pineapple ones my sister told me about. I am a sucker for the sweets 🙂
The recipe I used can be found in the current issue of Edible Seattle. Served them up with a pan of roasted veggies: kale, Brussels Sprouts, red cabbage and carrots. The kids absolutely loved the kale chips (they dried up that way, not my original intention). They were actually asking for more. I wished I had made more of it!