So, there’s this hazelnut spread out there called Nutella,
ya may have heard of it. It’s apparently been around since 1963, but it’s only
been a part of my pantry for about a year. They try to knock it off as being
part of a balanced breakfast, when in fact it’s really just a jar of frosting. The Nutella website boasts the product as coming
‘from the combination of roasted hazelnuts, skim milk and a hint of cocoa’;
what they should add to the end of that is… - 'and a shit ton of sugar'. (About
the same amount in a serving size as a Candy Bar.)
So it’s horrible for you, but delicious, and Lailah and I
love it. The difference between me and Lailah is that I will discreetly scoop a
spoonful of Nutella out of the jar when nobody is around and eat it leaving no
evidence behind. Lailah is a little more no-holds-barred about it. Because of its
un-nutritional value, I don’t get it out too often, but when I do, look out. I
had given Lailah some sliced apples to dip into some “Utella” as she calls it, trying
to feel a little better about the scenario. But she scoffed at my ploy and started
to use her finger as a utensil instead - leaving blatant disregard to the lonely
apple slices. Before I knew it “Utella” was getting everywhere. So, knowing
that there was no chance the apples were going to get to bathe in the hazelnut goodness,
I offered her a spoon so long as she promised she would still eat the apple
slices. And this, Ladies and Gentlemen is what came next.
If this doesn’t say it all, I don’t know what would. I happened
to have the camera out already taking pictures of the mess she had made on her
face. But when she got the spoon, it took things to a whole new level. A
perfect moment captured forever. I have not laughed so hard in a long time. So,
Nutella, to you I say thank you. And yes - it really is THAT good.
No comments:
Post a Comment