What, This Old Thing? I'm Telling You, Pickle Some Raisins

I’ve never liked raisins much. Golden raisins are sometimes tolerable, especially when they’re still relatively plump, but regular raisins always taste like attic dust to me, and when they’re shriveled and hard and cling to the teeth — to them I say, like Christ, “May no one eat fruit from you ever again.” But I do like this.

I like to cook a little bit…