I cannot tolerate raisins in baked goods. If I find one in a cookie, muffin, pie, or cake, the joy of eating comes to a screeching halt. To me, bumping into a raisin hiding in an otherwise excellent piece of carrot cake is like meeting a large bug in an alley. Or, more accurately, in my soup.
I’ve been teased about this raisin aversion, probably because I have so few food issues. I was beginning to think that it was my own little weirdism, until I came across this T-shirt on my friend Cody’s Facebook page:
It actually made me laugh out loud, and I’m encouraged by the fact that I am not alone in my dislike of the shriveled little fruit.
Hmmm…maybe we could start a club: the Raisin Aversion Consortium.
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