We found Mexican tamales in East Boston

Since we are not going home for the holidays this year, all of our traditions have become more important to us. So this weekend we'll be putting up the Christmas tree and doing the decorating. The tree will go in the office since our parlor is still a construction zone. Hopefully our outdoor lights still work. They haven't been used since we lived in Delaware. We'll be doing cards and boxing up gifts to mail as well. We were a little worried about Christmas day but some very good friends invited us to join them for dinner in Chinatown.

But since we weren't going home, one tradition was kind buggin' us: we have no tamales. There must be tamales at Christmas. It's the only proper way to do things. But neither of us know how to make them, and honestly, I don't have the inclination. But, via our friends at the local Mexican panaderia (yes mom, we now can get Mexican pan dulce), we found out that one of the local places makes and sells Mexican tamales. Not Salvadoran or Colombian tamales, but Mexican ones. In the corn husks. Not that there is anything wrong with these other tamales, they just aren't the ones we grew up eating. The good Dr. is out right now to get a couple dozen for his office party tonight and a few more for lunch.

We'll put up pics of our decorating on Sunday. Till then - happy birthday Mia and happy Friday to everyone else.