I remember the day my husband brought you home. The next morning he smoothed you out across his morning toast and I thought "Oh, gross". I did NOT want to like you. I told myself that I did not like you...I didn't try you for years because let's face it, I do not need a NEW thing to like. I like too many things already...that's my problem. I wish I was a little pickier about what I like, but I'm not... I like BBQ sandwiches from gas stations and Little Debbies...I like low-end nacho corn chips like Tom's and Lance brand...If it's junk food, typically, I like it.
But, back to you, Nutella...I rue the day I put you all over a strawberry. You are TOO GOOD. I told a coworker about you, and their reaction was "Oh, but Nutella is good for you." and I was like "Yeah, if you don't have an eating problem like I do, it's better than Peanut Butter, but I can't inhale the entire jar like I want to!"....
Darn you Nutella for being the first thing on my mind the morning after I first met you. Darn you for making me stand in the kitchen and eat at least 5 strawberries dipped into your scrumptiousness while I waiting for dinner to simmer on the stove. DARN YOU! You came into my life during a time when I really was craving peanut butter. You knew my weakness and you took advantage of me. I won't let you get away with it.
I'm seeing someone new now. His name is PB2. He'll be on his way in 3-4 business days and in a few more mornings, my husband will have consumed the last of you. Your days are numbered as PB2 is also bringing his chocolate friend along.
So, hello and goodbye, Nutella. It's been fun. You're good, but not TOO good for me. I'm too good for you. We're over. I'm sorry.