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Since I can't share my Starbucks Chocolate's Vanilla Bean Truffles with all of you, I feel compelled to share the following instead.
Imagine a flower: A climbing orchid, to be exact; the one of some twenty thousand varieties that produces something edible...that its blooms must be pollinated either by hand or a small variety of Mexican bee, and that each bloom only opens for one day a year. Now imagine the fruit of this orchid, a pod, being picked and cured, sitting in the sun all day, sweating under blankets all night for months until, shrunken and shriveled, it develops a heady, exotic perfume and flavor. Now imagine that this fruit’s name is synonymous with dull, boring, and ordinary. How vanilla got this bad rap I for one will never know.
- Alton Brown