Growing up in a one-horse Texas town, when I was a niño pequeño, my blessed grandparents would usually send me care packages filled with all kinds of Mexican goodies that we could never find on our local candy racks. Since then, these south of the border treats have been a part of my life, from the naturally nectarous fruit waters to the terrifically toothsome goat-milk confections.
Sitting back in my sturdy chair at Snack Attack, 601 N. Mustang Rd. in Yukon, I felt those tummy rumblings of a tasty remembrance once again as my wide eyes wistfully poured over the handmade ice creams and homemade fruit snacks, piles of cheese-powered eats and towering tropical treats that had my soul crying out for the far younger days of my mostly wasted life.