Raisins – this shriveled, dry and chewy grapes, are something I don’t want to find in a cake. I pick them out and make a small heap of on the plate. Therefore I won’t eat in public something with raisins in it. Nobody has to witness a brutl cake slaughter – including an autopsy of the remains. But I like the taste of them a lot in Indian food, because raisins become in this tasty exotic „goulash“ invisible.
At least raisins are professional photo models, they never complain and I’m not a photographer who want to photograph only immature grapes.