So I was strolling through Costco yesterday (it was another wild and crazy Friday night in the duet that is my boyf and me) and I was grabbing the usual things (i.e. my drug of choice Alternative Pitas, Tribe Hummus, Oroweat Double Fiber Bread) when I heard a word belted across the aisle that hit me like Cupid’s arrow right in the gut.  I halted as my heart beat wildly with anticipation and I asked, “She didn’t say Nutella, did she?”

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Sure enough…there was a Costco attendant giving samples of that chocolate hazelnut spread that conjures images of quaint European towns and makes me salivate like Pavlov’s dog.

Even though I knew what it tasted like (heaven, by the way) and knew I wouldn’t by it (you’re delusional if you think I could control myself with a jar of that), I had a sample of it — a generous dollop on a graham cracker.  I cried a little inside and moved on.  The boyf looked confused when I said I loved it but wouldn’t buy it.  I don’t think he understands that Nutella and I have one of those romances where the saying, “if you love something, set it free” couldn’t be any more apt.

In other news, I’m off to celebrate my cousin’s birthday on a yacht tonight.  Fancy schmancy, eh?  I’m feelin’ a little trepidation thinking about the food options…We’ll see!

What are you guys up to today?  Have you tried Nutella?  What is a food you just don’t trust yourself around?

And in HEAB fashion, I’ll leave you with a quote from the boyf:

“I dreamt you were a prostitute selling your body at a music hall before we met.”

How….sweet?….

<3, The Cranky One

p.s. Enter to win a case of Nutella here!