An ode to vanilla (which I’m grateful for).

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I don’t know why when people mean that something is “boring” and “plain”, they say that it’s “vanilla”. Vanilla’s not boring and plain at all. Real, pure vanilla is rich and enveloping, silky smooth, caressing, spicy… it makes lavish cream-coloured ice cream, peppered with the tiny black dots of vanilla seeds. It grows on exotic shores, is notoriously fussy, and labour-intensive to bring to market. Good vanilla is highly-valued. Its scent is pure and complex at the same time, delicate and rich. It’s soothing, comfort, warmth… precious and rare feelings in a brutal world. And its flowers are sexy black. Speaking of sexy, the latin origins of its name… uh, share an origin with something quite womanly.

It’s a beautiful, beautiful natural flavour that spices life up as much as chocolate does.

I wish people would stop calling plain, boring, conventional things “vanilla”! It’s really not. I’m grateful for vanilla.


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