I grew up eating these soft, chewy bites of Heaven. We would collect black walnuts in the country, bring them home and drive the car back and forth over them in the driveway to remove the tough skin, then let the nuts dry out for a couple of months before cracking them with a hammer and painstakingly picking the meat out with a nutpick. It was a difficult and time consuming task, so we chose the recipes we used them for wisely. Now I just go to the store and buy them by the bag...