Monday night I was walking through Harvard Square and stopped short at the window of the Z Square Cafe. There in front of the plate glass I watched a man in full chef’s regalia making a crepe. Not just any crepe though. He was spooning, nay ladling, the creamy chocolate-hazelnut delight that is Nutella. I stood there drooling in a moment of pure animal lust not unlike what my friend Craig went through at his gym, albeit mine was for food not women. This felt like the glutton’s equivalent of a sailor on leave in Amsterdam window-shopping in the red light district. Luckily, I had some Nutella at home to gorge upon.
This reminds me that Nutella Day is coming up on February 6th, although I don’t know if the originators of that holiday are planning to do it again.
February 6 is World Nutella Day!
Ok, I try to avoid being a corporate shill, but were I famous and offered an endorsement deal for Nutella, I think I’d have to take it. Whoever invented Nutella should be commended for making a perfect product – chocolate and hazelnut in a creamy spread. And you can eat it for breakfast!
I’m pretty sure I had Nutella as a kid, but my Nutella adiction did not begin until I was an adult. I confess I’ve spent many a night slathering Nutella on crackers and when I run out crackers on fruit and when I run out of fruit, I’ve licked the knife. On a visit to Salzburg I was overjoyed to get packets of Nutella with our continental breakfast. A good creperie like Mr. Crepe in Davis Square will put Nutella on a crepe. In Greenwich Village I once had two great flavors in one sandwich — a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich at Peanut Butter & Co. The Boloco wrap and smoothie joint chain offers the delicious Nutella smoothie. I love Nutella in all it’s forms.
Susan does not like Nutella. It doesn’t make sense since she loves chocolate. I think she confuses it with curd or Vegemite or something else gross she ate in Belgium, but I can’t convince her otherwise. Oh well, more Nutella for me.