I know this is a slightly old topic...a few months old, anyway...but I found it on a Google search and had to answer anyway. I have quite a few good food memories, but the ones that mean the most to me are the ones involving my late grandfather...I called him Tata...and my late aunt, Tia Loretta.
Tata always used to take me to a place called Casa de Fruta whenever he was driving me back and forth from his house to stay with my other grandparents, and we would always get fruit and candy there, and no matter what, even if he just came up for the day, he would stop off and get me some walnut-stuffed dates on the way up. I also remember eating Circus Peanuts with him...I hate those things and always have, but he loved them, and I liked sharing things that he loved with him...and canned Vienna Sausages, sardines, Big Red soda, Cactus Cooler soda, watermelon, and pickle juice(I wanted a pickle from the snack truck that stopped by my aunt's once, but the guy was out, so Tata bought the jar of pickle juice, and I drank the whole thing). One of the best things was fish, though. He used to take me to the lake to go fishing, and once I actually managed to catch something, so we took it home, and he taught me how to clean and gut it before my grandma fried it for us. I don't think anything's ever tasted as good as I remember that fish tasting.
I don't have a lot of food memories of Tia Loretta, which is weird, because the woman was always cooking when I was over, but the one thing I do remember is her having a huge wheel of Longhorn cheddar cheese on her counter during one visit, and cutting off big chunks of it for me whenever I wandered into the kitchen.
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