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December issue hits newsstands tomorrow gentle reader. All things Texas food, including barbacoa. You have to provide your own Big Red.
Cover image by Jody Horton
The Sunday barbacoa luncheon was one of my family’s few traditions. Had I known what was in those tacos, it might not have been.
❞What do you want with a cow head?” asked the farmer selling beef at the Union Square Greenmarket. “We don’t sell cow heads here in New York—they’re illegal.”
Not to be deterred, I got on the phone and called my local butchers. It was the same conversation each time. First, they’d express shock and disgust at my query. And then they would curtly inform me that they could not ever, no way, no how get me a cow head as indeed, they’re illegal to sell in New York by order of the USDA. Something to do with eating cow brains having a connection to possibly getting mad cow’s disease.
So what’s a barbacoa-craving Texan in New York to do? I’ve made lamb barbacoa, but I wanted beef barbacoa. If I were at home, I could pop over to my local Fiesta grocery store and pick up a cow’s head in the meat section, nestled between the ground beef and slabs of brisket. But here my options were more limited, though I was advised that if I became friends with a farmer I’d probably have no problem getting a cow head. (Read more)
[audio] — ❝Willie Nelson medley; “Funny How Time Slips Away” “Crazy” “Night Life” [Live] at Charlie Daniel’s Volunteer Jam concert in Municipal Auditorium, Nashville, TN. [01.08.77]❞
Booker T & Willie.