Do you have a favorite
"candy you ate as a kid" story?
Share it here.I remember my first trip to San Francisco with my aunt and her sisters. It was my aunt, my two cousins and I in her car, her sister Candi and her husband and their two kids in another car, and her sister Cheri and her husband in a third car. We parked and walked all around the city, only getting back into the car when our next stop was too far for us to walk to.
Everyone in the family knows of my love for coffee since I was two years old, and at one stop, Auntie Cheri and Uncle Michael surprised me with two bags of Coffee Rio. Michael held one bag for me while I sucked down candies one after another; both bags were gone by the time we went home that night. ~ Christle from California
My “nonna” was a beautiful, loving, short Italian woman. Nearly everything in her home was made by her tiny, but incredibly strong hands. I spent so many days in her San Francisco Victorian home in the Mission District learning everything I could from this amazing woman. One of the rare, store-bought edibles she always had was a bowl of Coffee Rio Original Roast hard candies in the dining room. I remember sneaking them one after another when she wasn't looking to keep the bittersweet taste in my mouth as long as I could in between delicious homemade Italian meals. ~From Meghan in California
