Years ago when I ran a real Bed and Breakfast – and not a bunch of Airbnbs where nary a breakfast has been served by yours truly – I used to make a lot of tamales. Making tamales in bulk was like a party at my house with my daughter, my best friend and Alma – who was the woman who kept everything tidy around here for many years – in attendance. Maybe not enough people to constitute a party. But add some refreshments and some music and things could get pretty lively around the masa! Especially with Alma. She was not the person to ask, “How’s it going?” Because…