They are cheeky little juicy bits of heaven in my book but then I’m dried fruit fiend. The question today is why does my daughter participate in such rigorous quality control over said raisins? Does anyone else have this problem?
Is it not enough that they are the finest organic specimens, boxed neatly and colourfully for her delectation? Does she know something we don’t? Is there a conspiraisincy? Or perhaps this is a future wine tasting genius in the making and she’s getting her laughing gear around the closest thing that’s legal for her age? If so I hope she has more success than her mother. I taste a ladda wine but I’m no closer to being a genius. I shall keep plugging (or rather uncorking) away.
Anway I digress. Back to the question. Why are half the raisings eaten and half spat out from any given box she is presented with? I have assessed the specimens on the basis of colour, size, freshness and wrinkliness and can find no answer! Thoughts on a piece of dried fruit please to this address.
Mother Appeaser 
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