Our Hispanic neighborhood HEB grocery store has been razed. An anemic version of that store has been built across the street in an abandoned strip mall. Alas, it is pathetic. The old HEB site is being developed into a new HEB. I’m sure that it will be orgasmic when it is done, but for now, we are left high and dry, as it were. I used to rely on the old HEB for Pipian paste, beef tongue, and a variety of chiles. Sigh.
Last night, Susan decided to check into the offerings of neighboring HEB stores. I asked her to look for tongue, and she ordered it and other ingredients for pick-up this afternoon. Lo and behold (Hallelujah), they had the desired ingredients. I cooked a beef tongue for dinner – served with Pipian, refried pinto beans, flour tortillas, and a spoonful of pico de gallo – food of the Gods.
