Alex, aka. Choncho loved the tamales.
Chiles Rellenos, tamales and fresh salsa. So much for myfitnesspal.
Becca as Frida Kahlo.
Paul thought making tamales was a waste of time, but he was happy eating them.
If you stay at my house this is what I'll feed you for breakfast.
A meal to remember, homemade tamales, norteno style, refried beans & chiles rellenos
I wasn't going to write about food in this blog, but how can I not? My sister Becca and her family came for New Years and it was all about Mexican food. I don't know who watched the kids, but they survived. We made so many tamales and got the recipe just right. Hopefully by the end of the year I'll have it posted. Right now it is on a little scrap of paper. It was late and Becca was creeping me out with all the tamales and I told her she looked like Frida Kahlo. She put on Matilda's, yes six-year-old Matilda's Mexican costume and drew on a unibrow and I almost died of laughter. I put this on facebook and she got quite the response. We decided anyone who didn't get the joke was not quite educated in the arts.
So it was a weekend of trashing the kitchen, eating tamales, chilaquiles, chiles rellenos. It's kind of a tradition now the morning before Becca and Paul drive home to Saint George I make a huge batch of roasted green salsa for chilaquiles, fresh refried beans & a fried egg. It's great because it will keep them full until they get home six hours later.
Timmy is three, so that means he is now in Junior Primary at church with the "big kids." No more nursery. He could not stand being confined to a room with screaming babies. I can't believe how big my little guy is. Timmy has so much personality and I think this picture captures it. I'm not allowed to call him my baby any more. He says to me, "Tilly can be your baby," or "Boltie (the dog)" can be your baby. I need to stop spoiling my favorite little guy.
