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But if she asks me how I like them, I will straight-up lie to her face every time and say they’re amazing. Four generations gather under her roof each year, and in preparation for that
desmadre, my grandmother does a tamaleada where hundreds of tamales are prepared. I feel incredibly fortunate that my family has this tradition, and the last thing I’d want to do is undermine it by giving my opinion. I’m not a total monster.
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I bring this up because it reminds me of one of my favorite Nochebuena memories.