where they found the extra i don't know...

I hate raisins. I like grapes, but I hate raisins. I like raisins in French, but not raisins in English. It drives me up a wall when people ruin perfectly good scones, butter tarts, challah, cinnemon bread, and other assorted yummies with raisins.
I saw this package of raisins in Slovenia. I identify with it. If I liked raisins I'd try these ones-- to be daring. But I don't, so I won't.