Raisin Hell

Greetings Never Never Land! It’s me, Rufio. Feel free to chant that if you’d like. (I do.)

In true first-entry fashion, I suppose I should disclose a little bit about myself to give you a basis for judgment. But, I’ll make it short and sweet because it’s Pet Peeve week, and talking about myself isn’t nearly as fun as broadcasting a complaint.

Where to begin, where to begin…

A/S/L. Despite the masculine name and profile picture of a tweenaged boy, I am in fact, a chick. Referring to myself as a “lady” or “woman” doesn’t sit well with me quite yet. Maybe it will when if I grow up. A child of twenty-five, I currently reside in Washington, D.C. and cruise in the slow lane on the road to adulthood. I’m an exhibitionist by trade (exhibition coordinator by title) for a company where people take me seriously, I think.

My maturity level has significantly digressed over the passed year, due to the fact that I’ve become a boomerang, of sorts… moving back home with my parents (“temporarily”)… playing with old childhood friends on the weekends… rekindling an old flame with an Ex from five years ago. (Note: It’s long distance, meaning every night I get to lock myself in my room at my parents’ house and talk to him on the phone. Jealous?) Basically, I’ve been living in my own slightly modified version of Never Never Land.

In all honesty though, I’ve got it all together… just not quite figured out.

Speaking of irritating situations… it’s Pet Peeve time! (Weak segue, I know.)

The winner of the coveted title as my biggest pet peeve is… Ordering something off of a menu that comes out COVERED in an ingredient that was NOT listed in the description. Sounds stupid, but hear me out…

Most people have an ingredient that they’re not particularly fond of. For me, that ingredient is the raisin. I loathe raisins, and handle my detest for them much like I handle my detest for everything else. Avoidance. A simple tactic made difficult thanks to raisin-censored menus. Instead, I get sucker-punched when my “Yogurt and House Made Granola” arrives drowning in a sea of raisins, and ruins my appetite.

The worst part, is that there’s simply NO effective way to remove raisins from a dish once they’ve been added. Especially if the intruders are baked in. It’s a done deal, leaving me with no other choice but to send the raisin-clad dish back… though it pains me to do so.

If only the menu had included raisins alongside ALL of the other ingredients in the dish, I could’ve simply chosen something raisin-free. Crisis averted. A solution so simple that it makes the situation all the more frustrating. Thanks for letting me vent, I feel much better.

Bangarang,

Rufio