Today was a very special Sunday. We worshipped the Lord through music as our choir did an awesome job presenting Handel's The Messiah. The closing always brings me to tears as we closed worship with the singing of The Hallelujah chorus. We came home and had a nice lunch. Nellie's doing a bit better but not well enough to leave the house.
Then our oldest, Nellie M., decided she wanted to do what her grandmothers did and went and bought all the ingredients for making tamales. The making of tamales is a Mexican American Christmas tradition and anyone who has ever been in a home where tamales are being made know that no one escapes taking part. Even this dad was not exempt. I helped spread the masa on the corn shucks and did a bit of taste-testing on the chicken (it was GOOD! Imagine Andy Griffith saying it from Mayberry!) At about 5:45 the first batch should be ready and if you're reading this here in San Marcos at the right time feel free to come by! (This will be the real test of who actually reads this blog!)
But this was special for both Nellie and I saw our moms in our daughters as all took part in making this special Christmas food. I remarked how incredibly smart our ancestors were in knowing you could raise corn, save the shuck, grind the corn into meal, make it into masa, re-use the shuck, and make a nice meal. The girls didn't know if I was making a joke or if I was being serious....sigh, the result of a humorous daddy.
But we thank you Lord for the special gifts of this day!
