10/05/2026
Tonight I was talking about tamales, and I ended up thinking about my mom.
When I was little, she’d put me to work grinding corn, and man, I complained. Now I think about those moments and smile. Especially remembering how fast my complaints disappeared once it was time to eat. 😂
Back then, I was just helping make tamales. Today, I can see how much those little moments shaped my love for cooking and connected me to where I come from.
Funny how an ordinary day can become a memory you carry for years.
What’s something you used to complain about as a kid that you look back on fondly now?