Do you have a favorite
"candy you ate as a kid" story?
Share it here.My parents divorced when I was very small...too young to remember any of it, in fact...and both sets of grandparents would travel to pick me up. My first trip to Casa de Fruta would be when my father's parents would come to get me to bring me to where I live now in Northern California, and my grandfather would buy me gifts of fruit and saltwater taffy that I would eat while I ran around the back of our suburban (he would put the middle seats down so I could play, since I was small enough to stand in the back without my head touching the ceiling).
On the way back to Southern California, my other grandfather would buy me peanut patties and almost every other sort of candy they sold. My grandfathers were best friends, and now that my mother's father is gone, we stop at Casa de Fruta occasionally and buy a Peanut Patty, then sit on the hood and eat it, neither of us bothering to hide our tears while we remember Tata. ~ Christle in California
