Today I made a dozen tamales using a kit and 30+ taquitos based on my mother-in-law’s recipe. Now I remember why I don’t do this a lot, and why I appreciate her making a million of them when we come to visit. It also reminds me why I don’t make a million lumpia like my mom used to whenever she threw a party. Everybody loves them, including me, but in the words of one of my many bosses, “It’s easier to attend a party than to throw one.”
Actually, this is something I remind my kids of almost constantly whenever we attend a big event. The event itself, while providing the purpose of all the preparations, is so small compared to all the work that goes into it. School dances, graduation ceremonies, Scouting get-togethers, movies, professional stage performances…whenever I attend these kind of events, it’s hard for me to concentrate on the performance because I’m mentally disassembling the production itself. How does that set move? Where did they find these actors? Who sewed that costume? When did they rehearse? Who did the programs? So many moving pieces, and so many chances for some detail to go awry. It’s got to be some kind of miracle when nothing goes wrong.