Someone Broke in.
Probably one of the most disturbing things that can happen in the morning, just before going to work, is walking into your garage and realizing that someone broke in during the night — well this is what happened to me this morning. I opened my door and it took me a minute before I realized that I didn’t leave the light on, or the trunk of my car open or the garage door 1/2 way up.
Believe it or not, I’m the type of person that actually keeps to myself. I’ve met my neighbors while walking my dog. I try not to turn the TV on too loud, I make sure that I lock my doors, I try and unplug things when they’re not in use to conserve energy, and I try and leave quietly when I leave for work because I don’t want to disturb anyone. So to have somebody come into my space uninvited was a little upsetting.
I hope that whomever it was that broke in is happy with themselves. I hope that they got whatever it is that they felt they could sell and then realized that the stuff in my garage has no value to them. I get that times are tough, but I wouldn’t think of going into someones space and taking their things and it floors me that there are others in this world that think this behavior is ok.
Dear thief – because let’s face it, that is what you are, I sincerely hope that you enjoy MY things. I can’t wait for the moment that you realize that tearing MY hands-free unit from my dashboard won’t work because you tore it out wrong and now its broken. I hope that MY GPS unit gets you to where you need to go and that your child enjoys playing with MY collectible Barbies. I hope that you and your friends enjoy smoking MY hookah and that one of MY phone chargers charges your phone. I’m glad that you’ll now be able to clean your clothes with MY laundry detergent and that your eyes are protected from the sun with MY sun glasses. I, on the other hand, will now need to spend MY hard earned money to replace the items that YOU stole. If you needed MY things because YOU don’t have a job, I’d be happy to help you write your resume — although I’m not sure how many companies are looking to hire thieves, so don’t hold your breath on a job prospects. Tonight when I go to bed, I do so knowing that I am a decent person who works hard to buy the things that I have. I hope that you also sleep well knowing that you are the piece of shit that you are.
So I made tamales for the first time in my life, why? Because we challenged one of the guys in our office to a Tamale Cook-Off. What was I thinking? I’ve never made them before! But how hard could it be, right? So I’ve spent the last 2 weeks searching on-line for the perfect tamale recipe – man there are a bunch out there! To be honest, it was a bit overwhelming. I mean, you can make them sweet or savory, out of creamed corn, strawberries, pork, chicken, meat, pineapples, just about anything really. Then there’s the masa (the dough), it can be flour based or corn based. And then the husks which can be corn husks, banana leaves, basically anything that was an outer encasement of a fruit or vegetable that’s large enough to wrap around the filling. The decisions alone can be enough to make you just say *&^%-it and buy them already made from the nearest Latin market instead.
At home, I fill a pot with water and set it to boil. I separate the skin from the thighs and throw them into the pot, followed by some shredded carrots, chopped celery and a little bit of chicken bouillon powder. I let it all boil for about an hour. Once the chicken is practically falling off of the bone, I take the chicken out and shred it. I then strain the broth and place the carrots, celery and shredded chicken into another pot. Add the green chili, garlic, salt, pepper, garam marsala (because I had it and I just like the flavor), celery salt and parsley (because I’m not a cilantro fan) and cook it all together. Filling is DONE! (oh, I put the broth in some containers and will use them later for another recipe — it’s yummy stuff!)
Time to assemble. I get the pre-made masa and the corn husks, which I’ve been soaking in water for the last hour in order to help make them more pliable) and arrange my work area. Grab a husk place a thin layer of dough in it and then place some filling in the center. Fold the tamale – which I found to be not so easy probably because I’m so used to unfolding them, that folding them is a new concept to me, tie it and set them aside. Once they were assembled, I set up my steamer with about 4 inches of boiling water, and arranged the tamales. They steamed for about 3 hours until the masa pulled away from the husks on their own.