𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 - 𝗠𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

• tamales •

(miguel is 17 & y/n is 16)

It was the night before thanksgiving, mason and miguel were at my house because they wanted my dad to teach them how to make tamales since that was the dinner for tomorrow.

Mason was making a music beat with a tablespoon measurer while miguel was setting up a livestream on instagram, singing to masons beat.

(miguel): "once i was 7 years old, my grandma told me-"

(y/n): "my grandma? what the hell?" we bursted out laughing.

(miguel): "alright guys we're back on this livestream, learning how to make tamales with my suegro." he pointed the camera to my dad who did the peace sign.

(miguel): "and this little white cracker is also here, he's gonna learn how to make them too since he's only had them made for him." he pointed to camera to mason who made a 😐 face.

(miguel): "have you ever made tamales?" he turned the camera to me.

(y/n): "i've never made them buttttt pretty self explanatory i guess."

(miguel): "yeah she's a pro at cooking guys. but we got the professional over here." he pointed to my dad.

(vic): "well i try."

(miguel): "nah you're a professional, you needa open up your own restaurant."

(vic): "well food truck is already on the list soooo." he shrugged.

(y/n): "alright so let's get the main dish and put it in the pot-" i picked up my dog canelo.

(miguel): "YO?"

(mason): "WHAT." we bursted out laughing and i put my dog down.

(miguel): "alright what we got over here?" he went to my dad with his camera, setting the camera on the counter.

(vic): "we got the chicken which I TOLD Y/N-" he took the chicken out of the bag.

(y/n): "I TOOK IT OUT IN THE MORNING?!"

(vic): "i told her to take it out the freezer EARLY and it's still hard rock."

(y/n): "i swear i took it out in the morning!"

(miguel): "yeah she forgets a lot of things."

(y/n): "i literally did!"

(vic): "yup. we believe her." he said sarcastically before putting water into a pot with the chicken in it, turning the stove on too.

(mason): "and we got the corn on the cob skin over here." he pointed to a bowl of tamale wrappers.

(y/n): "what-"

(mason): "corn on the cob foreskin-"

(miguel): "BRO."

(y/n): "what the hell.." he laughed a bit as my dad put the chicken to boil.

(miguel): "it's looking good, is this the pork?" he pointed to a bag of pork.

(vic): "yeah but that's for the pozole tomorrow." he started cutting up some onions.

(mason): "and this is the champurrado right here-" he said as he squished around the masa which was in its bag.

(miguel): "that is not no champurrado.."

(y/n): "it's the masa you dummy."

(mason): "guys i'm still learning stawppp." we laughed a bit and my dad went to put the onion into the boiling chicken.

(vic): "okay now that we have that, we're gonna put some bailey leaves into the pot." he put some bay leaves into the pot.

(y/n): "bailey leaves?" he read the packaging.