In my research for this article I've realised that doesn't necessarily mean anything, considering the appalling lack of vanilla slice regulatory bodies in this country.
For brunch, you can't do better than the cheese and buttermilk biscuit accompanied by sage-onion sausages, scrambled eggs and prosciutto cooked like bacon -- unless, of course, you opt for the four huge slices of lemon-vanilla French toast drizzled with a compote of blackcurrant and lingonberry mixed with crème fraîche.
Like I always say, Marilyn is the vanilla slice of Hollywood iconography.
There was a fine veal Bolognese, a great steak, and a superlative pairing of sautéed branzino atop a slice of pineapple and dressed with vanilla essence.
Liana's was in better form with two exquisite desserts: an ethereal pan di Spagna (a slice of heavenly sponge cake with vanilla custard and fresh whipped-cream layers) and the lemon tart, with a light, flaky crust, piquant lemon filling and two tiny, tingly sour cherries on top.
Or could I be finding some coconut bread and top that with a banana I've sliced, some fruit purees, or a dollop of vanilla yogurt and raisins?
Armed with a Sicilian slice and a small spumoni -- a cup of vanilla, chocolate and fluorescent green pistachio ice cream -- he headed for the picnic tables.
I recommend serving pristine slices of pie with vanilla ice cream to your loved ones.
It's a sugar-free cheesecake, a slice of watermelon, a slice of pineapple, vanilla ice cream stuffed into a waffle and frozen yogurt.
