Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Santa and tamales

 


I rarely listen to the radio in the car anymore, but when I do, I listen to NPR.

This morning, the discussion was about the connection between Christmas and tamales, a link that I was totally unfamiliar with.

When I was a kid growing up in the 1950’s, our Christmas dinner usually included ham, mashed potatoes, a green bean casserole and either a pumpkin or apple pie. It also might include tapioca pudding, and a cucumber side dish.

Christmas day usually involved a trip to the old farm house in Hastings, where mom’s relatives gathered for meals and presents.

After I got married, dinners at the in-laws included the same basic menu, with the addition of baked sweet potatoes covered with melted marshmallows.

So, you might ask, is the connection between Christmas and tamales?

Here is the answer:

https://muertolandia.com/blogs/news/why-do-we-eat-tamales-on-christmas?srsltid=AfmBOoq29UtDYK5JrmpVQ5wdiQYDOcpDoLqWw27lsQmIvI6h2F2rRjI2

In the Latino culture, it wouldn't be Christmas without tamales. They've been around longer than tortillas and the origin can be traced back to pre-Columbian indigenous people of Mesoamerica. The foundation is the masa, which many indigenous people believed to be sacred, as it allowed them to thrive. Throughout the years, the preparation of these have become a social event, as families gather to assemble their holiday feast




Every year on Christmas Eve, they were there for us. Warm, spicy, and familiar, the smell of tamales would fill our kitchen as my grandmother opened her large, aluminum tamalera. She’d spend the days prior making trips to La Michoacana Meat Market to get the ingredients to make the perfect, red pork filling, always remembering to get me a marranito while she was there. Since her passing, I can’t help but think about the tradition that we as Chicanos hold dear each holiday season and wonder about its cultural significance. For Chicanos, tamales are one of many staples of our traditional diet. But unlike tortillas and salsa, they hold a special meaning, coming around solely for celebrations, holidays, and weddings. I asked the experts why tamales matter to our people and found out exactly why the taste of masa feels like coming home to so many of us.

The truth is, tamales are a part of our ancestral DNA as people. They’ve been around much longer than tortillas. Claudia Alarcon, an independent researcher of Mexican food and history, did her undergraduate honors thesis on the beloved tamal. She says that the origin of tamales can be traced all the way back to pre-Columbian Indigenous people of Mesoamerica. A mural in a Guatemalan temple dating back to 200 BC depicts what are thought to be tamales. Many Indigenous tribes of Mesoamerica regarded maize as supremely sacred, believing that the Gods provided corn specifically to keep humans thriving. Alarcon says that many creation myths of Indigenous Mesoamerican cultures tell stories of humankind being created from corn itself. “We know that corn takes cultivating and great care,” says Alarcon. “Corn would not exist without the people and the people would not exist without corn.”

The foundation of the tamal is masa or maize dough. It’s cushiony, soft and can be eaten alone or filled with vegetables, meat, or cheese. Pre-Columbian tamales featured different ingredients than we commonly use today. They used quail, squash, or varieties of fungus to fill tamales. When Spanish colonizers arrived, they changed the common ingredients of the tamal, making pork, beef, chicken, and lard popular contributions to the tamales we know today. “It was a cultural and gastronomic exchange,” says Alarcon. “Cuisine all over the world would not be what it is without the event of conquest happening.” This means that tamales, like Latin American people themselves, are the result of cultural blending. Alarcon says there’s no one right way to make a tamale. “Each region has its own recipe, depending on what’s available in their ecosystem. Tamales offer a culture in and of themselves.

Dr. Manuel Zamarripa is the co-founder and director of the Institute of Chicano Psychology in Austin, Texas. He says that tamales are a tradition that brings families together on holidays and connects them to their ancestral roots. “In terms of identity and cultural pride, tamales are a key piece for a lot of Chicano families.” Many Mexican American families hold gatherings to make tamales as a clan. Because it’s a labor-intensive process, these gatherings, or tamaladas, give families the opportunity to talk, connect, and share an age-old tradition. It’s a bonding experience that connects them to each other and loved ones that are no longer living. Alarcon is a native Mexican living in Texas. She says that tamaladas are much more important to Chicanos than Mexicans. She agrees with Zamarippa, pointing out that tamaladas are a way of preserving and celebrating Mexican culture. “When families get together to make tamales, it turns into a party,” she says. “It’s not a chore anymore.”


In a time when Latinos in the United States are fighting to be heard, seen, and recognized, the connection to culture can restore a sense of wellbeing for those in the community. “Food ties into our idea of ‘brown’ wellness. Food, art, interactions, these are the threads that we can hold onto. We’re able to celebrate our connectedness,” says Zamarripa. Although generations of Latinos in the United States may lose connection to their native tongue, their relationship to their home country, and even their sense of cultural identity, food reunites us with what it means to FEEL Latino. The tamale does this for Chicanos. Each holiday season, the ritual becomes an opportunity to remember- through smell, taste, and togetherness. We reconnect to our roots and feel a sense of wholeness.

In Texas, even non-Latinos celebrate Christmas with tamales. Zamarripa points out that this cultural exchange is beautiful and reminds all those that partake in the eating of another culture’s food to be aware of the meaning behind the cuisine and to be conscious about what it takes to get that food on the table. Many Latino immigrants work in American fields to grow and pick produce. They work in the kitchens of many American restaurants. They are the hands behind so much of what we eat. “They’re not just providing us with food,” says Zamarripa. They’re providing us with cherished holiday memories. It’s important to remember the people behind the food.”\

Every Christmas, when we take those first bites of soft, spicy, tamal, whether we are sampling the hipster, vegetarian kind, or eating from the recipe left by our grandmothers, we find our way back home. Full bellies and hearts discover the meaning of the season, as warmth and togetherness become our focus. For a moment, the concern about our place in the world is no more, as we are reminded of the sacredness of what we receive from the earth and the strength and resilience of our people. Whether tamelada-prepared or store-bought, tamales allow us to feel legitimate. The history of Latinx people is a story of great civilizations, conquered and changed by oppressors, who created within us a permanent sense of questioning when it comes to our identity. And when we make the food they made, we remember that we are a blend. Each one of us is, to quote Alarcon, “a culture in and of ourselves.”

Would Santa eat a tamale on Christmas Day?



      

Si, senor~

Feliz navidad


Sunday, December 14, 2025

out of the mouth of babes

 

Last weekend, I went to the Tucson tamale fest with our son Brian and our two grandchildren. As I got in the car, 5-year-old Saoirse asked, “papa, how come you are not dead if you are 78 years old?”


Her question reminded me of a time when Art Linkletter’s show (Kids Say the Darndest Things) was one of the most popular shows on television.

The show originally aired in 1959, and managed to stay on the air (with a variety of hosts) until 2021.

Our perspective on what “old” means changes as we get older.

When I was in my 20’s, anyone who was over 70 would be considered to be ancient.

The average life span for men in America today is 75.8, and the average lifespan for women is 81.1.

Life style, naturally, is one factor in longevity, but so is ethnicity. Asian-Americans life the longest, and Black Americans and Native Americans have the shortest life spans.

https://www.google.com/search?q=average+lifespan+in+america&rlz=1C1ONGR_enUS1058US1058&oq=&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqCQgAECMYJxjqAjIJCAAQIxgnGOoCMgkIARAjGCcY6gIyCQgCECMYJxjqAjIJCAMQIxgnGOoCMgkIBBAjGCcY6gIyCQgFECMYJxjqAjIJCAYQIxgnGOoCMgkIBxAjGCcY6gIyFwgIEAAYQhhDGLQCGOoCGIAEGIoFGOcGMhcICRAAGEIYQxi0AhjqAhiABBiKBRjnBjIXCAoQABhCGEMYtAIY6gIYgAQYigUY5wYyFwgLEAAYQhhDGLQCGOoCGIAEGIoFGOcG0gEJMTI4MmowajE1qAIMsAIB8QXJZi7Au81_Qw&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

Heredity also has an effect, which is good news for me, since I have 3 relatives on both sides who lived to be 95. My uncle Harold still would have an occasional beer even after he turned 90.

Keeping active also makes a difference.

Many of the singers we grew up with are still working well beyond 70.

Grahams Nash is still performing at the age of 83, and Mick Jagger (82) was still acting 5 years ago.

https://www.google.com/search?q=average+lifespan+in+america&rlz=1C1ONGR_enUS1058US1058&oq=&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqCQgAECMYJxjqAjIJCAAQIxgnGOoCMgkIARAjGCcY6gIyCQgCECMYJxjqAjIJCAMQIxgnGOoCMgkIBBAjGCcY6gIyCQgFECMYJxjqAjIJCAYQIxgnGOoCMgkIBxAjGCcY6gIyFwgIEAAYQhhDGLQCGOoCGIAEGIoFGOcGMhcICRAAGEIYQxi0AhjqAhiABBiKBRjnBjIXCAoQABhCGEMYtAIY6gIYgAQYigUY5wYyFwgLEAAYQhhDGLQCGOoCGIAEGIoFGOcG0gEJMTI4MmowajE1qAIMsAIB8QXJZi7Au81_Qw&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

The point main character it this story, though, is Dick Van Dyke, who turned 100 years old today, December 13.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dick_Van_Dyke



His career spanned from 1947 to 2024, an impressive 77 years.

The link above includes a complete list of his accomplishments, but here is a quick summary:

Richard Wayne Van Dyke (born December 13, 1925) is an American actor and comedian. His work spans screen and stage, and his awards include six Emmy Awards, a Grammy Award, and a Tony Award. He was inducted into the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1993, and then the Television Hall of Fame in 1995. He was recognized as a Disney Legend in 1998. He has been honored with the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2013, and the Kennedy Center Honors in 2020.

Van Dyke began his career as an entertainer on radio, television and in nightclubs. He made his Broadway debut in the musical revue The Girls Against the Boys (1959). The following year he starred as Albert F. Peterson in the original production of Bye Bye Birdie (1960), a role which earned him the Tony Award for Best Featured Actor in a Musical. He returned to Broadway playing Harold Hill in a revival of The Music Man (1980).

On television, Van Dyke became a household name in the United States and Canada portraying Rob Petrie in the CBS sitcom The Dick Van Dyke Show (1961–1966), which also earned him three Primetime Emmy Awards for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series. He guest-starred on shows such as Columbo (1974) and The Carol Burnett Show (1977), and starred in The New Dick Van Dyke Show (1971–1974), Diagnosis: Murder (1993–2001), and Murder 101 (2006–2008).

Van Dyke is also known for his role as Bert, the cockney chimney sweep in the Disney movie musical Mary Poppins (1964), for which he was nominated for the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy. He starred in the movie musicals Bye Bye Birdie (1963) and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968), as well as the comedy-drama The Comic (1969). In his later years, Van Dyke has taken supporting roles in films such as Dick Tracy (1990), Curious George (2006), Night at the Museum (2006), its 2014 sequel, and Mary Poppins Returns (2018).

Most of the people that we consider our friends are well into their 70’s. and we are all experiencing the ravages of time. Sharon spent Thanksgiving this year in a hospital in Mesa due to her continuing issued with gastric issues, and a few relative that we know passed away this year.

If I live to be 100 years old, Saoirse will be 27 years old, and she may no longer think I am old as long as I can still walk upright and talk coherently.

In 2 years, I will be 80. If I live that long, there is a 30 % change that I will make if to 90, Given my family genetic history, I am pretty sure that I will make it that age, and possibly longer.

That's something to look forward to.