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Smells Like Heaven, Tastes Like Love

Wherein Valette Talks About Neither Her Hair, Nor Her Dog.

Since all of our Christmas gifts have been distributed and shared with the internet in a neener-neener kind of way, I can finally post pictures of the vanilla that Steve and I made.

Yes, we made vanilla. From scratch.

Which sounds mystical and magical and praise-worthy, but really all we did was put a handful of vanilla beans into bottles of vodka and poke at them for a few months.

Then at the beginning of December we combined it all into one large bowl, strained it, and suctioned it into individual bottles that Steve found online.

Then we slipped in a full bean to make it look more authentic. We corked the bottles and Steve fiddled with the plastic sealer thingers and a cheap Walmart hairdryer to make them seal. I had no idea how much cursing that would involve.

Once they were all finally sealed, I "designed" labels (picked out a pretty font and a color or two) that we didn't notice printed wrong until we had three sheets of retarded labels. Sorry, family!

I saved three bottles for myself.