Last night my husband came home late and exhausted, and wanted nothing in the world more than chocolate chip cookies (his favorite). The problem was, I had spent the day wiped out with a stomach virus that my kids so graciously passed on to me. I sympathized with Daniel's plight, however: craving cookies but possessing no way to bake them? No human being should have to suffer like that. Its just not right.
So, I got up and shuffled to the pantry to retrieve the ingredients. Uh oh, we were out of vanilla! I broke the news to Daniel, who had already begun flying around the kitchen preparing my work space, and his unshaven face fell. Then I remembered! I had purchased 5 vanilla beans from a guy who sells kitchen supplies out of a run-down apartment (don't ask) for a FRACTION of the cost of just one vanilla bean in America. I had not known what I would do with 5 vanilla beans, but I couldn't turn down a deal like that.
"Don't worry, Babe," I said soothingly, "I have vanilla beans. Just get me online so I can find out how to use them."
25 minutes later, we had warm vanilla-bean chocolate chip cookies. The answer is, "Yes, they were the best chocolate cookies we had ever had." I added a Tablespoon of water to make up for the moisture that vanilla extract would have delivered, and they turned out perfectly.
I know, you don't have to say it. Daniel is one lucky guy. ;)