Jo E. Pinto
Good evening campbellsworld visitors.
I tell you that Jo E. Pinto from The Bright Side of Darkness has got a ton of awesome recipes.
I do not for the life of me know why she doesn’t take all these neat little stories, and tasty recipes and create a book.
Until she does we shall post them one by one here on the Author’s Corner here in campbellsworld.
All this afternoon long I’ve been digging round looking for something to post, and when I looked into Jo’s folder to see if there were still unused articles I was not disappointed.
Well, a little, cause I’d like to have a plate-full of this magnificent recipe, and a Margarita to go with it.
Anyhoo, are you ready for your tummy to rumble? If so read on.
Make sure to continue reading after you have copied down this mouth-watering recipe to find out all about Jo and her wonderful book.
You can listen to the audio version while you and your friends, and family get together to make and eat this fabulous treat!
If you try these make sure to let Jo know.
Campbell and I are happy that you stopped by and we hope you will come again to see what’s cooking here on Author’s Corner.
December means different things to different people. One of my holiday memories from childhood is making tamales. Every year, during the week before Christmas, back when my grandparents were alive and four generations of my dad’s family still lived in my Colorado home town, the whole noisy, crazy bunch of us gathered in my grandma’s big kitchen to put together thirty or forty dozen tamales. No, I didn’t stutter; that was as many as 500 at a time. There would be heaps of tamales everywhere–so many we’d all wonder in our exhaustion at the end of the day if they’d ever get eaten. And every year, the tamales would be gone by early January, and all of us would pledge to make more next time.
Grandma stirred the chile at the stove while a few sons and grandsons stood around, spoons ready, waiting for her to ask if the chile was as hot as it had been the year before. Daughters and granddaughters shredded pork. Younger children soaked corn husks and spread them on the work surfaces, older ones flattened handfuls of masa onto the husks, adults spooned meat and chile onto the masa and closed the corn husks around the meat. Those family members with the best finger dexterity or the least arthritis in their hands folded the husks and pressed them closed. Then the corn husk bundles were steamed on wire racks in electric roasters, the kind turkeys get cooked in for Thanksgiving, and man! The house–the entire street–smelled like heaven!
These days, my extended family doesn’t have the time or the cohesiveness for marathon tamale-making sessions. We buy our everyday tamales from street vendors–little old ladies and young men whose aunts and cousins and grandchildren probably still get together in big kitchens full of love and laughter, some stirring the chile, some spreading the masa, and all making money together. We place our large Christmas orders at neighborhood shops–hole-in-the-wall places run by traditional Mexican families who still know how to cook from scratch.
Tamale-making is best done in a large group, and in a large quantity. This recipe makes about six dozen (72) tamales. To me it seems hardly worth doing if you make fewer than that, but maybe that’s just my perspective as someone who grew up making them by the hundreds. You can try this recipe alone, but you’ll put in a long day of hard work. It’ll be more fun if you get together with friends or family and share the effort. Enjoy a meal afterward with Spanish rice, refried beans, and margaritas. I’ll be right over!
Tamales freeze well. To freeze, leave in the husks and place in freezer bags. To reheat, thaw and wrap in wet paper towels. Reheat in microwave or re-steam just until hot.
3-1/2 pounds boneless pork butt or shoulder, trimmed of fat
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
10 pounds masa (cornmeal flour)
4 cups pork lard (okay, use shortening if lard makes you cringe but don’t skimp more than that)
1/4 cup water
3 tablespoons baking powder
2 oz. Chile Ancho to color masa
1 tablespoon salt
6 dozen dried cornhusks
Ingredients for Chile:
1/2 pound Chile Ancho
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
2 cups water stock saved from boiling Chile Ancho
2 tablespoons pork lard (or shortening if you must)
1. SOAKING HUSKS: In deep pan or container, soak corn husks in warm water for a few hours till pliable. Husks may need to be weighted down so they won’t float.
2. COOKING PORK: Place pork in large pot with garlic, salt, and pepper. Add water to cover meat in pot, bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer on medium-low for about two hours, partly covered. When meat is cooked, remove from pot and cool; shred into fine threads.
3. CHILE: In large saucepan, boil chile ancho for ten to twelve minutes or till softened. Drain chiles and reserve water. Rinse seeds out of boiled chiles. Blend chiles, garlic, and cumin in blender or food processor with two cups reserved water till smooth.
4. CHILE, PART TWO: In large, heavy saucepan, heat two tablespoons pork lard or shortening. Add chile puree carefully to avoid splattering. Cook over low heat fifteen minutes. Take sauce off heat. Tip: Make extra sauce for serving over tamales if you like, although I prefer green chile on top. (Reserve about a quarter cup sauce to color masa). Combine pork with remaining chile sauce.
5. MASA: To prepare masa, Pour ten pounds of masa flour into large kettle or mixing bowl. If you don’t have a large enough bowl, mix half at a time in smaller bowls. Sprinkle baking powder and salt evenly over masa in bowl, then pour water slowly over masa, around edges, as liquid will work itself toward middle. Begin mixing masa with hands. Add pork lard or shortening and two ounces of Chile Ancho sauce (this adds color to masa) and knead masa once more. Masa is ready when it starts to feel thick and compact, not sticky or goopy. Pad it down in bowl and set aside.
6. ASSEMBLY: Pat husks dry with paper towels. For each tamale, lay a corn husk flat on work surface. Each husk should be roughly eight inches wide and six inches long at the big end. If husks are smaller, put two together. If large, tear a strip off one side. Flatten about 2 tablespoons of masa mixture on cornhusk, then add about a tablespoon of meat and chili. Fold in sides of husk and fold up bottom. This will seal masa around meat and chili and keep everything from running out of husks during steaming.
7. STEAM: At this point, tamales are ready to be steamed. Use pot with steamer insert or roaster with wire rack. Basically, you need a way for tamales to be steamed without getting wet. Add enough water to vessel so water does not touch tamales. Place tamales open side up so meat and masa will not run out of husks before it cooks. Place leftover odds and ends of husks on top of tamales and cover cooking pot to keep in steam. Steam for about an hour or until husks peel away from tamales easily. Serve warm or freeze after cooling. (Tip: Tamales are also good cold for breakfast or tucked in lunch boxes.)
Thanks to all who have borne with me through a complicated recipe. I hope you try it. It’s well worth the effort.
MORE ON JO E. PINTO AND THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DARKNESS…
If you’ve teenagers in your life, or work in a high-school this is a must buy.
“The Bright Side of Darkness” Is an award-winning novel, Available in Kindle, audio, and paperback formats.
About the author…
J. E. Pinto is a magnet for underdogs! Early in her married life, her home became a hangout for troubled neighborhood kids. This experience lit the flame for her first novel, The Bright Side of Darkness.
Pinto’s Spanish-American roots grow deep in the Rocky Mountains, dating back six generations. J. E. Pinto lives with her family in Colorado where she works as a writer and also proofreads textbooks and audio books. One of her favorite pastimes is taking a nature walk with her service dog.
The Bright Side of Darkness won a first place Indie Book Award for “First Novel over Eighty Thousand Words,” as well as First Place for “Inspirational Fiction.” The novel also won several awards from the Colorado Independent Publishers Association: First Place for “Inspirational Fiction,” Second Place for “Audio Book,” and First Place for “Literary and Contemporary Fiction.
Rick Myers, an orphan without much faith in the future, and Daisy Bettencourt, a blind girl who is running from an alcoholic father and a set of overprotective foster parents, cross paths at a high school baseball game and make their way together. Daisy becomes the bright spot in Rick’s universe as he and his four lifelong friends–Tim, Mark, and the twins–battle the forces of poverty and hopelessness. Mark’s grandma dies of heart failure, and Tim’s stepdad is arrested on felony child abuse charges, leaving them, like Rick and Daisy, with no authority figures in their lives.
Rick and Daisy are trailed by a fat man in a battered green jeep who makes Rick more and more uneasy as the weeks pass. Then, just when Rick discovers an interest in the culinary field and decides to complete his education, the bottom drops out of his world.
There’s nothing a damn bit bright about sunshine when you’re seventeen and you see it from the wrong side of a jail cell window.
It isn’t that I’m moping for my lost freedom or anything. I wouldn’t give a half a crap for my life anymore now that the crew is scattered to the four winds, and all I have left of Daisy is her parting note in the waistband of my jeans and a wilted dandelion dangling between my fingers. But it seems to me that the Man Upstairs could have marked my downfall with a terrific thunderstorm or at least a few nasty black clouds out of the west.
When there’s a war or a funeral or some other sad thing going on in the movies, the sky usually turns dark and ugly, and the rain pours down in buckets. The longer I stare at the square of sunlight streaming through the tiny window of my cell and stealing across the floor, the lonelier I feel. August 27, 1986, is slipping by the same as every other hot, heavy day, and I’m the only one in the world who knows that nothing will ever be all right again.
It hasn’t always been this way. I ought to have known better than to believe I could reach out and snag a piece of paradise, but for a little while I had it on my fingertips. Breaks are hard to come by for kids from the projects, though, and sure enough, all I ended up with at the last second was empty hands.
I’m doing my level best to hold off a flood of memories, but my mind keeps drifting back to the sweltering summer evening when the chain of events began that shattered my world into a zillion pieces. First thing tomorrow morning, some juvenile court judge will decide if my life is worth rebuilding. Maybe he’ll have better luck with my future than I did with my past.
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