Christmas was fun, my grandpawents came to visit us. They brought my cousins, Lucy and Max. I need to start by saying WTF is Max wearing?
My grandma: Why that's his diaper!
Why does a dog need a diaper? Isn't that what potty training is for?
Can you tell he is beyond embarrassment?
Anyhow, there was no way I was going to let Max live this one down. After all, he did annoy me! So, I did what any cousin needing a good laugh would do.
I teased him till he begged me to stop.
Max: Cousin Bison, it's not my fault that my momma puts this silly denim pamper on me! I really have no say. Please don't post about this on your blog. Please!!
My grandma: Why that's his diaper!
Why does a dog need a diaper? Isn't that what potty training is for?
Can you tell he is beyond embarrassment?
Anyhow, there was no way I was going to let Max live this one down. After all, he did annoy me! So, I did what any cousin needing a good laugh would do.
I teased him till he begged me to stop.
Max: Cousin Bison, it's not my fault that my momma puts this silly denim pamper on me! I really have no say. Please don't post about this on your blog. Please!!
Sorry buddy, I couldn't keep this one to myself.
On with the story...
The new family tradition is to make my momma's grandmothers secret tamale recipe around Christmas time. This recipe is complicated, tedious, and extremely time consuming! That's why my grandpawents came to our house.
Lindsay: Ok....me ready. What you need me to do?!
Momma: Thanks Lindsay but we don't think it's a good idea. Thumbs are an important qualification to be a tamale maker.
Anyways....
Two tables were set up in our romper room for the assembly process. My momma's station was across from my dad. Hey...someone had to take the picture for memories sake. Her important job was tying the tamales with string after my grandpa and grandma wrapped them up.
Some of the yummy ingredients that go into these delicious wonders are
turkey, special homemade red sauce, bell pepper, olives, almonds, garbanzo beans, and of course masa.
All ready to wrap.
The finished pile wrapped and stringed up.
Then...steamed on the stove for a few hours.
These few hours felt like a lifetime! We could not wait to have a taste.
Afterward, we were all tuckered out. My pawents and grandpawents from preparing the tamales for hours and us for watching. Exhausting!!
Lindsay: I wasn't sleeping. I was just resting my jaws waiting to try the tamales. Are they ready yet?
Yeah, are they ready yet?! It's been like FOREVER!
Lucy: I think I deserve to be the first to try the tamales.
Max: I don't think so!!
On with the story...
The new family tradition is to make my momma's grandmothers secret tamale recipe around Christmas time. This recipe is complicated, tedious, and extremely time consuming! That's why my grandpawents came to our house.
Lindsay: Ok....me ready. What you need me to do?!
Momma: Thanks Lindsay but we don't think it's a good idea. Thumbs are an important qualification to be a tamale maker.
Anyways....
Two tables were set up in our romper room for the assembly process. My momma's station was across from my dad. Hey...someone had to take the picture for memories sake. Her important job was tying the tamales with string after my grandpa and grandma wrapped them up.
Some of the yummy ingredients that go into these delicious wonders are
turkey, special homemade red sauce, bell pepper, olives, almonds, garbanzo beans, and of course masa.
All ready to wrap.
The finished pile wrapped and stringed up.
Then...steamed on the stove for a few hours.
These few hours felt like a lifetime! We could not wait to have a taste.
Afterward, we were all tuckered out. My pawents and grandpawents from preparing the tamales for hours and us for watching. Exhausting!!
Lindsay: I wasn't sleeping. I was just resting my jaws waiting to try the tamales. Are they ready yet?
Yeah, are they ready yet?! It's been like FOREVER!
Lucy: I think I deserve to be the first to try the tamales.
Max: I don't think so!!
Momma: Relax you guys! No dog will have any tamales! Understood?!
What?!?! We've waited this long and we can't have any tamales?! Mom, you're just saying that to the little dogs, right?
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1 comment:
Tell Max that The Mafiosos are also laughing really hard at his diaper. Cookies came out of their noses because they were laughing so hard.
All of those tamales were worth the hard work. They were very very very very delicious!
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