It wasn't tuesday, and it wasn't Clinton's apartment, but it sure was Dr. Pepper Tacos.   Connie picked up some really good flank steak, better than what we got from the strike-ridden Ralph's in our neighborhood.  We were about three hours behind in our marinating time, so she had the butcher run it through the meat tenderizer.  The Reata Grill Blend (from the Cowboy Cocktails book) was a little bit truer to the recipe, as we did a fair amount of substituting at our place a couple weeks ago.  This time around, the meat was cooked right, on a real grill, instead of on the Foreman.  I don't know if it was the difference of ingredients in the rub, or the difference of the cooking on a grill, but that meat was SPICY.  I had to go to the refrigerator during my first taco and get a glass of milk.  My mouth still hurts.  In spite of that, the meat was perfectly cooked and awesome.  The green drinks that the group is sporting is a Cuban concoction called a Mojito (light rum, powdered sugar, mint leaves, creme de menthe, and a sugar-rimmed glass).  While refreshing, they were no match for the spiciness of that meat.  Word of advice...pico de gallo powder is not chile powder.  For those wondering about the new person in the picture, that's Tiffany, Tawny's sister.  For those wondering where I am, I'm behind my brand new digital camera! I'll tell more about that in its own post.