May 24, 2012

The Head and the Heart


Just north of the border. Windows front the street steamed from the moisture inside. Off to the right tacos cooked from meat that's been stretched within an inch of its useful life, rubbed with spice to mask the graying. Tortillas are homemade and delivered each morning and the cilantro is fresh and the onions sautéed in skillets moist from lard. Latin music blares loudly from speakers overhead. Constant commotion as mothers bark at children, pushing carts up and down the small aisles. Mexican Coke sweats on the shelf, ice cold and refreshing from the convection oven swirling heat outside. Its nearly a hundred degrees and only early May. 

First of the month and not an open inch in the store. Government money-stacked baskets so high there's nothing left behind the glass but hearts and livers and - Oho! there it smiles - cow head. Thirty bucks and ten percent of the check is rich, but then again, so is Saturday morning barbacoa.  





4 comments:

nick said...

Wow, I cannot believe they sell cow's head at the nearby meat market.... although that coke looks real refreshing. Where exactly were these pictures taken from?

GSV JR said...

that's it.

Amatourist said...

unh-hunh. this put you in the mood for some menudo, Stew? i was in a meeting yesterday where someone talked about a failed attempt at canning menudo. can't imagine why it didn't take. no hangover is worth enduring canned tripe.

Nick- these were taken way south, in Edinburg, TX.

GSV JR said...

the canned menudo i've had is just plain awful. and it's ten xs more funky than you'd imagine. smells like old people breath.

my wife won't let absolutely NOT let me cook tripe in the house anymore so...