If you know my sister Katherine, you know I have an enthusiastic ghost writer here. If you don’t know her, you’re missing out.
My beloved sister Katherine and her husband, Tom, were visiting from Tucson. She was war-torn over fixing dinner one night because she hates to cook, and I mean hates to cook. She knew she had to do it, though, and was bemoaning her fate to me. I pulled out a freshly prepared tamale pie, gave it to her, and told her how to properly bake it–fry it even, for a sure hit, which it was. She served it with left-over salad from the night before. No one was the wiser. Katherine has thanked me several times over since, and seems to be whining for more pre-made heavenly dinners that she can readily heat and serve.
Katherine notes that she hates to plan meals. She hates to shop for meals. She hates to shop for groceries of any kind. She hates to prepare, cook, chop. She hates a lot of things, I’ve noticed. She likes to eat, but she isn’t as crazy about it as she notices other people seem to be. Except for this pie. Try it for yourself. If it appeases and pleases my sister Katherine, well, I must be doing something right.
Recipe to follow. Stay tuned. In the meantime, you can find all the ingredients here at Oil and Salt. Look up “Tamales,” and assemble the ingredients into a pie. Use Scotty’s Masa for the crust, top and bottom. Bake for 45-60 at 350F.
Oh, Katherine says the stoneware pan I used was key to the crispy masa crust. She said she learned how to turn on the oven, too.