Today, I should have eaten gruel, but I was able to have two tamales for lunch. We got them from Nuevo Leon back when I went to the dermatologist on Good Friday. We bought two dozen and put the extra in the freezer. We both ate three of them right when we got them in the parking lot because they are so delicious and every time I eat a tamale, I think of my Abuela‘s house.
It’s been a long time that it hasn’t been there because it was taken over by the freeway company. I can still see her house! I can still smell her house! So today, when I was eating lunch, I was at my Abuela’s house. I really appreciated thinking of her with such fondness.