Vanilla beans in a new york cheesecake. So foreign yet a taste so familiar. The lemony freshness and classy french taste of the beans, such a pretencious attempt to be of a higher culture. The beans were plucked by Jack, who risked his neck to clumb up the giant beanstalk, only to reach a glass ceiling. So he took his hammer and just banged and banged the ceiling, but still was unable to penetrate through. In the end, the poor boy was so exhausted he just plucked a few vanilla beans along the way, telling himself it's okay, not everyone can get the magical beans to make the super cheesecake. Yet, deep down he knows that people do get them, and he is the one few to not achieve it. Thus, while starng at the vanilla beans, and eating his cheesecake, he wallows in sorrow.