Fiesta supermarket has plenty of molcajetes. As do vendors at the airline market.

My grandmother very often made my grandfather fresh salsa–I don’t remember that we called it salsa, though–most days with dinner. She would put in her molcajete whatever she had on hand; maybe a clove of garlic, some tomato, some onion. And always the salt, and the heat. Often it was my job to source the heat. I would run to our patch of chile pequin in the yard and pick a handful of chiles, usually the green ones because the birds would have already gotten the red ones, and then run back, trying to remember not to touch my eyes. 🙂

I am looking at your recipes and missing her, and her kitchen, and that patch of chiles under the huisache tree. Thanks for reminding me of some of the foods my grandmother fixed for me when I was too busy to pay attention to her cooking and measurements (a handful of this, a pinch of that, a sprinkle of magic) because I was too busy eating and enjoying her company and attention. 🙂

When it gets cool again, maybe I’ll pull out the crockpot and try your carne guisada. It won’t be exactly like hers, but it will be delicious, and with the convenience of the crockpot She’d approve! 🙂