Talk about food porn:
(from doriegreenspan.com, a generally respectable site where the author mostly talks about baking dainty cookies. something is in the air.)
"...I discovered myself playing with a vanilla bean when what I was supposed to be doing was cooking with it. The bean was beautiful. It was long and slender, but plump enough to squeeze, moist, but wrinkly and, as soon as I touched it, my fingers carried its scent. What I needed to do was slice the bean in half lengthwise and release the inner seeds -- and I would -- but what I found myself doing was bending the bean up and down, rubbing its surface with my fingers and breathing in its perfume, deeply. And, as I did this, I thought of Pierre Herme, whom I always think of when I've got a vanilla bean."
Is it for real? This is infinitely more exciting than my writing.