speaking of raisin-filleds...

everything gives my father gas.

I remember when my father received one of his favorite foods (raisin-filled cookies), he would delightedly eat them, all the while explaining how raisin-filled cookies give him gas. My father's farts were famous - but moreso than the after-effect was the excuse. He never held back, my family could testify to that. Rather than a blush and an "excuse me"  my father's response was more likely a stern look and a "[enter food item] gives me gas". My sister an I had decided together that even water could give my father gas. As prideful as he could be, the embarassment of gas never seemed to affect him.