I’d blame the hubs if it weren’t for that nag of a conscience. This is what the devil made: Nutella. Don’t be fooled by the stupid commercials of the mother making a “wholesome breakfast” for her kids with this stuff. Absolutely NO good can come from being near this junk.
We met in Europe at that little cafe with the fresh baked bread. I ran in from the rain, water pasting my bangs to my forehead, cheeks flush from dashing about… I remember it well.
It’s okay to indulge at a party, a baby shower, or even brunch with your girls at that fun French place (Marche here in Nashvegas), but never, EVER bring her home.
She will wreak havoc on you and your healthy(-ish) way of life.
If you’ve never tasted of her, run for the hills and don’t look back. If you have, well, do the same, but before you go…
WARN. THE. OTHERS.
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So many ways that I love her. I cannot count them.
Oh Nutella, how I love thee! My au pair introduced me to it, and I immediately gained 5 lbs! It is amazing stuff, and even though I managed to lose those 5 lbs, I still induldge now and then.
It is oh, so ridiculously good!