Pork Verde (from a reader): roast 23 tomatillos, 4 Anaheim peppers, 2-3 onions, and 2 green peppers in the oven. Cube pork and brown in a pan. Add all roasted veggies to a food processor with a handful of cilantro. Add pork and chile verde into a crock pot and cook on high for 4-5 hours. Serve over rice, polenta or blind tamale.
Life as Fiction?
I have always thought tamales were filled with delicious meat and sauce. It never occurred to me that you could make one without filling and use it as a base for a meal. So, inspired by the “blind” tamale, I added a generational recipe from one of our readers and here you have: Trio Tamale with Pork, Green Chile and Mole Sauce.
A meal, life, all of it is filled with surprises.
Mostly because I think I know what’s happening based on the tales I tell myself.
And then the truth comes out and I’m left a little humbler.
Consider the time we were at AT&T Park in San Francisco for a Giants baseball game one balmy summer day. I was watching the game and loving the sun when all of a sudden a wall gate opened up to the outfield and a random bearded man jogged out in sweat pants.
I chuckled at the prospect of what might happen next. A take down? A streaker?
Oh my imagination!
“What’s so funny?” my husband asked.
“Look at that guy! What is he doing?!” I observed quizzically.
“That’s The Beard! He’s coming in to pitch.
Based on my categorical experience, I had developed a story about this random individual in a beard and sweat pants.
I thought he was a homeless man running amok on a baseball field.
Turns out, he was one of their best pitchers.
My kiddo was not high up on the pitching roster despite having some unusual and sometimes effective techniques.
I had already written the story in my head. The poor kid with no self-confidence would choke like Charlie Brown. The other team would rally and we would lose.
My son would be the goat.
I was so riled up I had the coach’s wife panicked, too, and she looked at me, pained. She tried to stop it from happening.
I just knew this would be bad.
I couldn’t even watch.
But moments later, the jubilant cheers signaled relief and celebration!
When all was said and done, the coach knew exactly what he was doing. He needed to save his good pitchers for the next game slated in just a few days. His best pitchers needed to be eligible. All the coach needed in that last out was someone with enough pitching prowess to get the ball across the plate and get an out. That was it.
My interpretation of the story was far more dramatic. I made it about my son’s entire well-being and created an ending.
My son ended the inning perfectly, and the coach’s strategy worked like a charm.
The lesson, my friends?
I have no idea what’s going on.
I only know what I see and what I make it mean.
And I have quite an imagination!
Be careful what you project as you interpret the big, wide world.
What we think is happening might not be accurate. And that’s especially true when you encounter a media story or a link on Facebook. People may write a story or observe something they find wrong and rally for your support, but be aware that they are projecting onto the story, too. In this day and age, our first impulse is to criminalize what we read about or hear about others.
Ask more questions.
Be more compassionate.
Assume the best.
Just because a tamale looks like a tamale doesn’t mean you can assume what’s in the center.
Peace & Light,
The Busy Buddha
Talk Back to the Trio
In what types of situations do you make the most assumptions?