Normally, I hate raisins. They’re often too dry, too sweet, and sometimes they have seeds. I especially hate the raisins found in boxed cereals. Gross.
The only time I love raisins is when the word rum precedes it. Rum raisin ice cream? Yes, I’d like a double scoop please. Rum raisin bread pudding? Why, of course I’d like some more. And now, rum raisin cinnamon bread. I made two loaves so Alex and I wouldn’t have to share.
Sure, raisin cinnamon bread is fine, but rum raisin cinnamon bread is BETTER.