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Singing Sensations & Shriveled Stems

All my life, I have been an ardent raisin nay-sayer. There is no dish improved by their presence and I have never desired to eat a box of them plain (shudder).

When I first watched Benny and Joon, and Joon explains her distaste for raisins because they "are dried-up, humiliated grapes," I said a hearty, "Amen, sister!"

But over time, I have come to tolerate their presence in my life, and don't shy from them as I once did.

And then, last month, I discovered Sultanas. Or at least, what I'm told are Sultanas. I think of them as "white raisins." they are larger, softer, juicier than their darker siblings. More than palatable in a trail mix; almost enjoyable on their own. I am contemplating seeking them out for regular snacking consumption. I am no longer a raisin hater, it seems.

I am happy to have found another dried fruit I enjoy (cranberries and apricots are the other winners), Yet I had a frightening thought regarding my raisin colour preferences:

Am I now a Raisin Racist? Have I become a Sultana Supremacist?

(What would the California Raisins think??)

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  1. Laura11:47 AM

    I enjoy the Sultanas too! Please tell me you like dried mango though. It is the ultimate dried fruit.

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