These were not spicy, and the Mexicans were definitely authentic. The tamale I ate included chicken and potatoes. Quite tasty, although I’d prefer the same ingredients as chicken and cornbread with gravy!
I used to keep a little bottle of Wild Turkey on top of the organ, when I was singing in the choir in San Antonio. Gave us a little Restorative if anyone in the choir choked up, as can happen in Texas during allergy season :-).
It looks like the Spanish-speaking people are using the parish as an opportunity to host social events on their “milestones,” which I think is fine, since they bring the food! Anything that gets them coming to church regularly is positive. We’ve got a penitential service later this week, and there will be a Spanish-speaking priest available for confessions.
Pat’s gotten so into the Spanish Mass that I’m thinking (unless someone hits me in the head first) of trying to put together a bilingual First Communion class next year.
There is so much going on in Vegas, that I have to really drive to get an authentic tamale. You almost have to know where they are to find them, even if you’ve never been there. Most of the places are 30-40 miles from where I live.
Yep, getting people in the door is the main thing. After that, you can do or say something “convincing!”
And who would hit you in the head for bi-lingual Communion classes? I think it sounds like an excellent idea!
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