Quite frequently there are chocolate covered raisins in our house. The boys like them. The girls, not so much. I think my husband enjoys asking me to buy them because he knows they are probably the only chocolate in the house that we won't eat. I'm not tempted. Not even a little bit.
Hey! This gives me an excuse to share a scene from one of my favorite movies. This is how I feel about raisins:
They're humiliated grapes ... and they ruin yummy things like pudding, cookies, trail mix and granola.
If you like me, bring me snacks. But please, skip the raisins.