I fell into this whole "Midnight Cowboy" train of thought in the middle of last night, when I went downstairs for a snack, and after sharing some chicken with Anakin and Romeo, I started to prepare tamales. Midnight Tamales. From now on, I am going to start all my tamales at midnight. These were particularly easy and turned out to be ridiculously tasty, and it helped to prepare the filling and set the corn husks to soak the night before. One thing I did not have to do was prepare the masa, because I used a tube of pre-cooked polenta. I know, ridiculous, right?
This turned out to be a pantry-buster, because I hadn't been planning to making tamales this week, much less when I walking down the stairs. I admit that I don't normally stock dried corn husks, but after this I may treat them as a necessity. The rest of the recipe shall be revealed in the fullness of time - which means tomorrow - because I've run out of energy and my day is done.
Now there's a sign I would love to see.
I have moved one step closer to retirement, as I gather all my forms and such to ship off to the Division of Retirement in Tallahassee. I am at peace with my decision. I wish I was better at following through in a timely linear fashion, but fibromyalgia continues to scramble my brain. Filling out forms and following procedures are mostly beyond my abilities. Logic is a foreign concept.