I have always hated raisins. It has recently been brought to my attention that this is an irrational reaction, and perhaps not well deserved by the withered, uglier sister of the grape.
Raisins may yet prove to be akin to coffee, red wine, and oysters- in that their true worth only becomes apparent to me as I get older.
Raisin D’Être is a play on the french Raison D’Être, or, ‘reason to be.’ Thus it is my goal, nay, my duty, to explore the humble raisin and its applications. I must know my enemy.