Dried Fruit

I hate dried fruit. Prunes are ok. I do like dried apricots. And I don't hate raisins in things. But for the most part, I want dried fruit to die. Why? Because it's not really fruit. Or at least, it used to be. Things that used to be things should no longer be things. If you're gonna call yourself a fruit, you best be juicy. And refreshing. I want my fruit to be that which makes summer bearable and not require a gallon of water afterward to quench my thirst. Dried fruit accomplishes neither. Therefore, I hate it. When it comes right down to it, I want fruit to be the way I think it should be . Not cooked, not canned, not dried. Fresh. In case you missed the sarcasm, I am aware that all of those things are still technically fruit. But because I don't like them, I refuse to recognize them as legitimate fruit. Now, perhaps you didn't see this coming, but prepare yourself for the spiritual sharp turn: Therefore bear fruit in keeping with repentance. (Matthew 3:8)