Some people think vanilla is so plain, boring and ordinary. But the truth is, I’m completely addicted to the stuff. Sure, other flavours are good too, but vanilla is so pure and simple. There’s something so basically sublime about it. And it’s so versatile too.
You can just enjoy vanilla ice cream plain and be happy. Or you can use it as the base for an extravagant milkshake. It can top any pie or warm, fudgy brownie with pure grace for that authentic a la mode experience. Vanilla ice cream is any dessert’s best friend.
Recently, my addiction to vanilla ice cream became more severe. I had the opportunity to buy it in a bulk size. I actually removed things from the freezer to accommodate it. That was quite a bizarre lot for dinner. An epic mish-mash of cuisine thrown together, but it was all for the greater good of stowing my gigantic vanilla ice cream container.
At first, it was just a scoop of the stuff after dinner. Something to enjoy with my favourite shows on the telly. But then my addiction to vanilla ice cream persisted and became much more urgent. For example, for breakfast, I’d whip up pancakes or waffles and top them with vanilla ice cream. It wasn’t weird because it was on breakfast items, so ice cream for breakfast wasn’t seen as some monstrosity.
Then at lunch, Iâ€™d start blending it with fruit for dessert. How could I say no to a vanilla and blueberry milkshake? I couldn’t. Down the hatch it went.
It sounds so normal, right? But it got weirder.
Pancakes and waffles are fine for weekend breakfasts and brunches. But during the week, I’ve got to get out the door and catch the tube lightning quick. Did that stop me from having more vanilla ice cream? Of course not. I just threw a scoop on top of my oatmeal. That was incredibly good, incidentally, in case you’re contemplating trying it.
But I think my addiction became quite clear to me when one Friday night, I cancelled my plans to be alone with my vanilla ice cream. I had new plans. Plans to eat ice cream in an insane kind of way.
I grabbed a giant bowl from my cupboard, the kind I use to mix salad and other things. And then, I scooped vanilla ice cream into it. We’re not talking 2 scoops here. Or even 3 of them. Try more like 12 scoops. For just me.
I didn’t stop there, oh no. I was just getting started. I added hot fudge, caramel sauce, whipped cream, and rainbow sprinkles. It was higher than the bowl now. All I needed was a spoon.
I sat down and enjoyed every last bite of it. Isn’t it funny how you can eat yourself full of dinner and need to put it away for leftovers but when it comes to ice cream, you can eat the whole thing? Or maybe it’s just me and my vanilla ice cream addiction.
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