And are any other fruits even capable of such a glorious transformation as this?
But friends, the raisins have got to go. For one thing, they are just dried up, shrivelled, dead grapes. But, they have another, more serious knock against them.
Behold the following scenario:
B: "Hark, m'lady, someone has dropped a raisin on our spotless** faux-wooden floor!"
S: "What ho, husband! How can that be? Let us seek a closer view."
B: "I do believe, fair wife, that something is amiss with this fallen raisin."
S: "Alas, husband, this is no raisin! Quickly, remove the foul object from our pristine** laminate planks!"
So do you see my point, people??
WHO THE HELL WANTS DEAD SPIDERS IN THEIR OATMEAL COOKIES???
* I just made that date up.
** Yeesh, I swear it looked clean from 64 inches up.
