Me and Nutella: a fairy tale

Nutella

On the occasion of World Nutella Day, co-hosted by my dear friend Sara, not a recipe, but a fairy tale.

Our heroine was born and rised in Italy, the native country of Nutella.
Our heroine felt in love with nutella at first sight.
The gouyness, sweetness and velvet flavour of a creamy hazelnut and chocolate spread was always drooling from her thick crustry slice of bread during breakfast…

Once, an unaware boyfriend of our heroine, took the wrong decision and put nutella in the fridge… No, no, no, you don’t do that with nutella… You must respect nutella…

Once, an unaware boyfriend of our heroine, cut the bread way too thin… No, no, you don’t do that: the bread for nutella must be thick…

Once, an unaware friend of our heroine, said to her the unspeakable, raging on how much fat and blah, blah, blah, there is in nutella… No, no, no, you don’t say that about nutella…

And then one day our heroine took a decision.

She bought a small cottage, in an isolated part of northern Italy countryside, with a big wooden oven in a small kitchen, DSL connection (and a nice wifi network), a small garden and a breathtaking view.
The pantry was filled with an endless collection of different hazelnut and chocolate spreads and many many kilos of strong flour…
The oven was always hot and bread was coming out every day…
Nutella was never in the fridge, bread was always cut thick, the ingredients on labels where erased…

And she lived happily ever after šŸ™‚

This was just a dream, of course, or a hope for future happiness šŸ˜‰

Happy world nutella day to everybody!

2 Comments

  1. small gardens are nice because you can just fit it in any part of your home, small gardens have that “cute” factor too~,,

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