Michael Genhart

“What is the recipe?” I ask. Abuela laughs. “It is in my heart, Rosie. I use mis ojos, my eyes, to measure. Mis manos, my hands, to feel. Mi boca, my mouth, to taste. My abuela gave it to me, and I am giving it to you.” Each year on Christmas Eve, Rosie's abuela, mamá, tía, sister, and cousins all gather together in Abuela's kitchen to make tamales-cleaning corn husks, chopping onions and garlic, roasting chilis, kneading cornmeal dough,...

A young boy bonds with his beloved abuela over a love of Spanish.

The reader is encouraged to be caring and to take a stand when someone uses hurtful words.