There’s a little kiosk at my grocery store, right by the mile or so of cheese choices, that always supplies some good picks. I found these there, but didn’t know what I had until I toted them home and looked them up. That’s when I discovered I had scored the Cadillac of almonds. I had no idea I’d been slumming it for years with second-rate American almonds. But these softer, more luxurious versions showed me the error of my ways.