(a Mrs. CB guest post)
I have such great memories of holiday dinners growing up: The sound of my mom cursing under her breath (‘Holiday? HOLIDAY?? Whose holiday? Not the cook’s, that’s for %&!#@ sure!’); the rustling of my dad’s newspaper while he sat at the kitchen table, determined to spend ‘quality time’ with ma on the one day when she really, really needed his butt out of her kitchen and out of her way; and, of course, the traditional Hernandez family dishes.
Delectable concoctions that made their appearance at our table only during the holidays. Stove-Top stuffing bubbling away in an aluminum pot on the range, canned cranberry sauce chilling in the fridge and, of course, my mom’s Stuffing Bread.
Nope, ma wasn’t real keen on homemade anything. Ours was a 100% Hispanic household located in Southern California. My mom tried her hands at making tamales ONE time and decided it was way too labor intensive and from that point on if we wanted tamales, we bought ’em at Trader Joe’s. Frozen. Continue reading
