Here’s a story about the family who made the candy. I started reading it, and could almost taste the candy all over again.
As a kid my parents took my family to the Monterrey House on Rittenhouse St in Northeast Houston. My mom would always warn us not to immediately dig though the chips to get the candy out of the basket.
That stuff was what I lived for as a kid. We went there once or twice a week for years.
I lived on Aggie Ln. (yes, that’s the real name of the street) right near the Melrose Park golf course. It was a short ride to Monterrey House for dinner.
That instilled my love for Mexican food that remains today.
I wish I had a piece of that candy right now.
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