Raisins

I'm not a big fan of raisins. Don't get me wrong, I don't despise them. In fact, I like them in my bran cereal. I just do not prefer them alone... or in my sweet roll... or with shredded carrots... or in trail mix (can't I just have M&M's?). I respect the raisin for its natural sweetness and because I know it withstands a horrible and hot process to become what it becomes. I'd simply rather have a grape.

Having said all that, I know some people who love raisins. They were raised on raisins. Raisins bring back fond memories of childhood summer fun and hiking trails and regular bowel movements. There is certainly nothing wrong with raisins and I begrudge no man his love of the dried fruit. In fact, if I had the talent to produce the sweetest and most tasty raisins in the world I would, and I would make them available to raisin lovers everywhere! I would certainly continue to enjoy them in my bran cereal, but I doubt I would ever want them in my sweet rolls or with shredded carrots or in my trail mix.

However, if I ever became famous for my raisin growing, would people think it strange that raisins were not my favorite fruit. Perhaps I would even become the poster boy for raisins; the wrinkled face of the industry! I would be invited to raisin festivals all over the country attended by raisin junkies! Would they be disappointed when they found out I really only liked raisins in my bran cereal and most of the time I'd rather have a grape? Or would they be content with the fact that I take great joy in providing them with the thing that brings them joy? Would they be happy to see me enjoying other healthy snacks or would it be scandalous for me to be seen eating grapes, apples or heaven forbid bananas?

It just seems like sometimes people assume that because you are good at something they love, you must love it at least as much. And that's not always true.