My mother brought this incredibly sad news to me, and I just have to share with you. Misery loves company, right? It made me cry. Such a waste. So sad. So, so sad.
My mother brought this incredibly sad news to me, and I just have to share with you. Misery loves company, right? It made me cry. Such a waste. So sad. So, so sad.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
In that case, think of raisins as a way to smuggle a wine-adjacent foodstuff into your bag lunch. Your office mates will never know why you’re so satisfied and relaxed after you finish off your little red box of Sun Maid joy!!
Wine-adjacent! I love it!
Such a waste! Thankfully no grapes in Aotearoa New Zealand are turned into raisins. There’s only one thing to do with grapes and that is to turn them into wine – that’s something we do very well. We don’t even leave enough to eat, so most of the grapes found in the supermarkets here are imported from California.
I’m beginning to like New Zealand more and more every day!
I wonder if Raisin-Bran raisins get more or less glory than Sun-Maid boxed raisins in their own little world, Wendy…
You know, I wonder about that. Are they rejects of the raisin world and therefore relegated to the cereal box? Or are they the top of the line, cream of the crop and therefore reign supreme in the cereal box?
Extra plump or lean and mean?