I guess many of my Texas memories go to the fact much of my life was spent as a misplaced Texan. As we came back for various holidays and summer vacations there was a lot of focus on food.
my relatives would usually go over to Weatherford to buy Parker County peaches and freeze or make preserves. The best though was a huge bowl of homemade peach ice cream from a churn with ice chunks and rock salt. I liked ice duty.
pink thing at Six Flags
cherry Dr Pepper from DQ
my grandmother lived in Mexia across from the old high school. She had a tiny kitchen and would make killer fried chicken and homemade rolls and green beans and new potatoes from her garden.
believe it or not barbecue wasn’t very pervasive in north Texas back then. My memories of it back then was tough dry meat and a bag of chips. I don’t think I had decent Texas bbq until I moved back in 86 and worked near Angelo’s in Ft Worth.
My earliest TexMex memory was when I was about 4 or 5, going to the original el Fenix in Dallas. They had an old lady making tortillas in the corner and must have eaten a dozen
Guy’s Big Orange was a root beer stand in Texarkana. We always pulled off the highway and went there as my dad loved their chili dogs, so I did too. Great burgers too.
Red Draw in Wichita Falls when it was 135 outside.
When we went to Galveston we always went to Gaidos for red snapper and fried shrimp.
every little town had a local favorite TexMex joint and my dad would try them all. The best were the ones that had a huge set up with every meal. Chips, soft corn tortillas, hot sauce (salsa to you young folks) in a pitcher, butter for the tortillas, pickled jalapeños, carrots, and onions, iced tea, and a praline at the end.