“I wandered lonely as a white vanilla cloud. That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” So wrote English poet William Wordsworth in the early 18th Century. Well, actually, no. He wrote “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. But had he tasted sweet, chewy White Vanilla Clouds with a light dusting of sugar, had they been invented then, he might have written this anyway.