Do you have a favorite
"candy you ate as a kid" story?
Share it here.When I was a little girl growing up in a very small town in Virginia our only grocer still had a candy counter, complete with step stool so you could climb up to see through the glass to the goodies within. Money was very scarce, pennies were hard to come by, and you had to share. My best friend Sally B. and I had an agreement; whoever got a penny got to choose the candy but had to share half and half. Didn't matter - we always chose root beer barrels.
The taste was good winter or summer but I think half the fascination was the scoop. The barrels were unwrapped, loose in a bin, and were scooped up with a little wooden scoop that was itself a little barrel. One penny, one scoop. In a little brown paper bag. I can taste them still, especially that last little bit you crunched. ~ Jean from California
