This photo did jog my taste bud and texture memories, of Barton’s Almond Kisses from that very same box, or in a fluted green glass dish, next to the twirling ballerina in a bell jar music box, at my grandparents’ house in Flatbush .  Gooey and sweet and yum, with an almond crunch.  (no more caramels for me, boohoo, though I can still eat the almonds.)

hag someach!