Tuesday, February 09, 2010
So, for years, I've wondered about the stuff in the plastic jars. I'd see them when shopping, and occasionally wonder if the stuff was good, but for some reason...I couldn't summon up the urge to try it. I'm talking about...
I don't know why it took me years to get around to giving the stuff a shot. Maybe it's the name? It sounds vaguely medicinal, and the jars with the type and the picture look like something out of the 1970s, and stuff out of the 1970s tends to not be all that great.
The problem with this rationalization is, of course, that it's stupid.
I mean, really. That's pretty dumb on my part. Nutella's made of hazelnuts, which I like, and chocolate, which rocks. So I finally decided last week to get over it and buy a jar of the stuff.
Still, I had to work through my initial skepticism in trying it:
I scooped some up on a butterknife, put in my mouth, and:
And...yeah. Nutella's good stuff. Sometimes I'm slow on the uptake! Now I have myself a new official "Breakfast of Champions":
I have an English muffin with Nutella on one side and lemon curd on the other, with a glass of OJ to wash it down. (Lemon curd's another story -- I love that stuff and tried it with no fear, the first time I learned of its existence. Lemon curd makes me all kinds of happy.)
So: Nutella's good stuff. Who knew? (I know...everybody knew. Shut up. I reserve the right to be dense sometimes.)