Cracker Jack was always one of my favorite treats, and it wasn’t because of the surprise inside, which was usually something like an aluminum engagement ring (remember Breakfast at Tiffany’s?) or a plastic elephant or a tiny comic book. For me, it was all about that crunchy sweet and salty caramel-coated popcorn. I also loved the peanuts, which, sadly, were never plentiful enough for me. To compensate for the deficit of peanuts in all those boxes of Cracker Jack that I consumed as a child, I…