This was Healthy Choice.
…maybe it was rat poo…
When I was a boy, my grandfather had a garden, in which he grew his own TV Dinners. There’s nothing quite so satisfying as breaking a Hungry Man Salisbury Steak Dinner™ off the stalk and eating it fresh, right there in the garden. Really takes me back, it does.
I hate grabbing a chocolate chip cookie and then discovering that it’s actually a raisin cookie. Yuck.
And they don’t have those little…things…that crunch in you teeth (WTF was that?) when they are fresh, either.
I happen to like stuffing with raisins and apple slices. So does Mr. Anachi. We don’t inflict it on guests, however. Feel free to pile on and flame. 
Your Mother dresses you funny.
NOOOOO! The only thing worse than raisins in turkey stuffing is raisins in apple pie! Don’t do it, don’t do it!
Why ruin a perfectly good apple pie with rat poo???
Raisins, apples, gummi bears and strawberry zots don’t belong in dressing.
Gottdamn Yankees could screw up a boiled egg, I tellya…
Of course, carnivorousplant’s gonna come in and say “Nope, say’s here it was made down in Yazoo City…” or something… preemptive :smack:
Raisins belong in mincemeat pie.
Mmmm.
Mincemeat pie.
The most flavor of a Swanson TV Dinner has is the box. (Its the best fiber too.)
Omaha, Nebraska.
Allthough Mrs. Plant, who, bless her little heart, is Not From Around Here, makes an excellent boiled egg.
Har! I soak raisins in dark, syrupy rum for 24 hours, and scatter them in an apple tart, together with freshly grated lemon peel. The resulting tart is so good that it usually never lives long enough to cool off, and is devoured still warm.
BTW, the dark rum left over after soaking raisins in it is good enough in its own right to be bottled and sold as an entirely new drink.
In fact, forget the raisins…
Cooked swolen raisins always remind me of giant bloated wood ticks. I had raisins in hasenpfeffer once, couldn’t get the idea of ticks out of my noggin the whole dinner
You’re eating a cute widdle bunny and you are bugging about the raisens??
You tell him, Annie.
Byzantine.
Hey! You’re a Byzantine! I’m a Byzantine, too! W00t! Go team Byzantine!
Raisins[snick][snick]
Yeah, it’s raisins alright!! 
Oh, how I used to YEARN for raisens ruining my turkey TV dinner.
Every time I try to eat a turkey TV dinner, rabid hoards of hyperactive budgies show up on the backs of geneticly re-engineered velociraptors infected with encephelitus and proceed to quote Martha Stewart Summer recipes at me at the top of theirr infected little lungs at me until I am forced, FORCED, to attempt to take refuge in my one still running 1/3rd scale Intrepid class WWII USN aircraft carrier which has a trampoline as the flight deck, causing me to bounce about uncontrolably while still trying to find AT LEAST ONE raisen in my turkey TV dinner and only finding Kates and Zeros instead which do me me no good at all in trying to force those blasted B-29s and F6Fs out of the sky which is a problem anyways as why the hell do I have outdated early WWII Japanese aircraft on my 1/3rd scale model USN aircraft carrier?
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