Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Tamales- un circulo completo

Versión en español  

Cuando era niña en el tercer grado, mi amiga en escuela fue Brenda, una niña nació de padres mexicanos. Cada semana, su mamá preparaba un almuerzo de tamales por ella. Brenda tenía tres tamales y siempre compartía una conmigo porque no habria comido tres. Fueron los más riquísimos tamales y cada semana me los gustaban porque de la amistad de Brenda. Después ese año, no nunca vi Brenda otra vez y estaba buscando por las tamales mejoras hasta ahorita.

El fin de semana pasada, cuando estuve en Chicago por aprendiendo sobre el país cual que Dios me llamó, busque esas tamales otra vez. Creo que lo fue una significación de Dios que me llamó ir a México porque mi aprendizaje de español empezó con Brendita. :)

English version

When I was in the third grade, Brenda was my good friend at school. Her parents were from Mexico and each week her mother would prepare tamales as one of her lunches to take to school. Brenda always brought three tamales and would always share one of them with me because she could never eat all three of them. Wrapped in dried corn husks, inside there was spiced meat with cooked tomatoes in blanket of tamale dough. These tamales were the best food and most flavorful food I had ever put in my mouth (my mother's cooking is always good but these tamales were something else), and each week I liked to eat them because of Brenda's friendship. After third grade, I never saw or talked with Brenda again and I was constantly looking for tamales like her mother's until now.

This past weekend, when I was in Chicago discerning about which country God has called me to go to, I found and tasted homemade tamales, like those made by Brenda's mother again, on that Saturday. I think that this was a sign from God to go to Mexico because my acquisition of Spanish began with Brendita. :)