It's late. Or early.

I'm heading to bed for now but later on after I've woken up, my friend and I are going to make our very first attempts at homemade tamales.  I cooked chuck roast all day long and it's hanging out in the fridge overnight.  I'm excited.  Mark will deface them with ketchup and I don't even care.  This'll be my first ever Christmas outside of California, which basically means that it'll be my first ever Christmas without access to tamales.  So I'm pretty stoked to carry on the tradition myself by making them here to enjoy.  I need to clear out some freezer space.

I smell tamale bentos in Mark's future.

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