Tomorrow is my first full day in the new office. The files are still packed up, so we are all going to court with nothing except cover sheets to write on. Should be fun. I hope the Judge has a sense of humor.
There are 19 tamales steaming in the oven. I still had half the ingredients left, but I unceremoniously threw out the corn husks and called it quits. Instead, I am assembling a tamale pie, which I will put in to steam when the tamales are done. Same ingredients, different cooking method. There is no way I will ever take on the task of making that volume of tamales again, and if the pie works out, that's gonna be the way to go in the future. This has been one day in my life that I have not enjoyed cooking, not one bit. My back hurts, my head hurts, I broke a chain I've been wearing for many years, and Romeo fell in the pool. Ha. Bounced right back out, my scrappy little man. But he was wet and very upset when I had to take his collar off to dry him. He loves his collar.
I did manage to turn out a delicious batch of pecan crusted catfish nuggets, and when my head stops pounding I'll put those nice and easy directions on the recipe blog.
So I removed the finished tamales from the oven. Opened one for Rob and me, and one for Cory. Tasted. Tasted again. And came to an awful conclusion:
They are AWESOME!!! Which means I will have to make them again. Only next time I'll cut the recipe in half or less. There will still be enough to feed an army.