Report About The Vanilla Vodka In Coffee

Months ago, I blogged about my attempt to make homemade vanilla extract to flavor my morning coffee. Then I left you in the lurch without posting a report about its success or failure.

There's a good reason for that. I didn't try it until just now, this morning.

And the reason for that is that I kept waiting for my vanilla extract to get darker and darker, like people promised me it would. And I, also, got used to my plain Turkish coffee from the filter drip coffeemaker.

Then for some reason, maybe because the vanilla in vodka extract was finally rescued from the attic, where it had been stored with the chametz (forbidden on Passover) liquors. So this morning I decided to add some to the water in my coffeemaker.

Nu, well, they say that the alcohol in the vodka loses effect after being cooked/boiled. I don't think that the water gets all that hot for long enough in the coffeemaker, so... yes... I can taste and smell the vodka in my coffee. By the time I finished my first giant mug of coffee, I realized that I had better do something to the coffee before I drink the second one. So I heated cup #2 in the microwave and hope that does the trick, or I'll be more high than energetic this morning.

Grandkids and Vanilla Extract

Strange juxtaposition of topics, but I just have time for one post, and there are two pictures. Here are toys the kids left out. I ought to put the table back out on the merpeset (terrace.) It's already Wednesday. I babysat on Monday and I have to babysit again today. But the house still has signs of the Shabbat visit.



Ahh, vanilla. As you know, I've been mulling over the vanilla problem. My vanilla coffee is almost finished, and I haven't found anything here I want to use. The commercial vanilla extract is mostly brown food coloring. So people suggested that I make my own vanilla extract.

So, on Sunday, I bought some vanilla beans. I was surprised to discover that the "beans" don't look like "beans." But they do have the right smell. Then, yesterday morning I bought the vodka in our local grocery store. You couldn't imagine the amount of people who stopped me in the street as I walked home asking why I had vodka with me. I guess I'm not known as the drinking type.

A bit later, just before I went to Jerusalem, I split the beans and put them in the vodka bottle. Instructions are to leave them for at least a couple of weeks. I guess that by Chanuka, there should be some flavor. But I only bought two beans, so it may take much longer. Two was all they had in the store.

Now to go on with my day.