I was waiting in a long, slow line and killing time discussing food crimes.
The subject of raisins came up, of course.
Raisins are a very divisive food.
There are people who like them.
And people loathe them, for perfectly sound reasons.
After all, dry they resemble gritty rocks, or maybe insects.
And cooked they become slimy.
Now, I have no objection to people liking things I don't myself enjoy.
It's a big world.
But the people who like raisins insist on hiding them in otherwise perfectly edible things
And then seem to think they have done you a favor.
"I made apple pie-curry-rice-salad, and, lucky-you, I put raisins in it! You can't get that from store-bought stuff!"
The lady behind us, sympathizing madly with the discussion, then shared her own most traumatic raisin experience.
The single most awful, unthinkable, possibility.
Chocolate cake with raisins.
("Keeps it moist, don't you know.")