That doesn't mean I hate all things vanilla, cause I don't. I wouldn't turn down vanilla ice cream on a chocolate brownie (though I'd still prefer the chocolate) and I do like a little bit of vanilla squirted into my root beer when I visit the fountain drink, but I can't think of anything vanilla flavored I prefer over its chocolate counterpart except... nope, there isn't anything.
But here's the rub--sometimes, vanilla is just better for you. Sometimes it's easier to come by. Why does it seem like vanilla is always available... always the one that picks me while I dream longingly of chocolate? I do know that too much of a good thing is just that--too much. I once nibbled on a corner of a 99% cocoa chocolate bar and it was awful--even as I write this sentence my face is crinkling at the memory I wish I could forget. Somehow even after that I still choose chocolate over vanilla every singly time. Maybe though, it's time for my taste to mature. They say that your tastes can change with age, and maybe it's time to find the virtue in vanilla. After all, vanilla is sweet and smooth and pleasant. It's just not exciting. I grew up on chocolate and peanut butter and almond brickle and fireworks, so vanilla is just a little bit of a let down. I grew up with flying dinner rolls, green eggs and ham, family dances complete with air guitar tennis rackets, water fights, and the perfect concentration of dark chocolate. These treasured memories don't make vanilla wrong, they just make it... vanilla.
And no matter what I try and do, it seems I can't give up my dreams of chocolate, even in the face of high-quality vanilla that is both readily available and eager to be tasted.
What can I do? I am in love with chocolate.
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