An Ode to Nutella

Have I told my Nutella story? I don't think I have, but even if I did it bears repeating. I had a roommate when I lived in Massachusetts, and she had this small jar of dark stuff in the cupboard called Nutella. I never looked closely at the jar, I drew all my conclusions from my initial glance, and assumed that it was another version of Bovril or Marmite i.e. a really gross & disgusting spread (my apologies to Bovril and Marmite lovers but I just can't stand the stuff).

Then I met Lucas. Somewhere along the line, not too long after we started dating the topic of Nutella came up. He must have been talking about food (he is French after all). My response? "Ugh! gross, that's disgusting isn't it?" He looked at me in total shock and as if I was an alien, and informed me that Nutella was not at all what I was thinking. He asked me if I liked chocolate. Um, yeah! And said that if I liked chocolate I'd like Nutella. I wasn't convinced, so he said he'd prove it to me.

A couple days later we went grocery shoppping and picked up Nutella and the fixings for crepes. That night for dessert he made crepes with Nutella and freshly made whipped cream (can you understand why I fell in love?). Oh. My. God. I was in heaven at the first bite. I couldn't believe how creamy and chocolately and delicious it was. I was hooked.

And not just on the Nutella....... Yeah, pretty muchNutella is a huge factor in why I currently live in France.