Let’s just file this one under “embarrassing,” shall we?

I came home after a long day out working and errands and who knows what all to an empty house. I was famished. Famished, I say! But didn’t want to cook. I wanted to listen to the presidential debate because I am a responsible, engaged citizen. So even though I knew the whole thing would drive me crazy and was most extremely unlikely to change my vote (!), I listened. Yet I was needed something substantial and tasty and hot to eat. I turned to the freezer. And in that freezer I found some tamales. Red chile pork tamales. Red chile pork tamales from Leona’s in Santa Fe. Red chile pork tamales from Leone’s in Santa Fe leftover from when we had a tamale taste-off at Sunset. If one of my former co-workers is reading they might let you know when that was. Me? I’m not telling. It’s a deep-freeze. Things last forever. And they looked fine and tasted great and I’m alive today. My only question is how I had forgotten to eat them sooner.