It's Good Because It Was Part of My Childhood?

Back when I lived in Fiji as a kid, my sister and I would walk down the hill from our house toward the sea. A little Chinese grocery store stood on the corner. We'd get the usual sweets there, but also these dried prunes covered in salt and a little sugar. They tasted intense, but I loved them. Today I saw them in a store and bought them, although I don't know if these are actually prunes. It'd been a long time since I'd had one.

This is what they look like:

They still had that familiar sharp, fru