It has been a long time since I last went to Valley Fair, but I wanted some accessories for Dianna's party tomorrow. I thought I'd spice up the standard Asian costume she is so graciously letting me borrow with a little more to make me look like a well-known fictional fighter, but perhaps one that is less recognizable to those whose parents (like mine) did not allow them to own video games when they were younger. I found almost everything I was looking for, but as my friend and I were about to exit the mall, we saw a crepe stand, and the craving for crepes began to seep in. I managed to control my temptation in purchasing one, but my friend gave in for a crepe filled with ice cream and Nutella. Mind you, I love ice cream, and I love Nutella, but the fusion of the two was something beyond anything my tastebuds were anticipating.
And after consuming the remains of this delectable goodness, my endless love for Nutella has returned. While away at school, I would spend many afternoons on my chair with a box of wafers and a jar of Nutella. A jar would last me about a week, if even. At times, I would abandon my lunch for a few spoonfuls of Nutella. And no road trip was complete without a few jars in my car. (I intend on bringing some along with me to Disneyland.) And what could be better than Nutella as a dessert? Nutella drizzled atop a scoop or two of vanilla? Who needs chocolate syrup! Nutella spread across a fluffy pound cake? Scrumptious! Chocolate Nutella fondue? THAT would be heavenly! If only more occasions called for fondue, because I imagine fondue and Nutella would dance across my taste buds more lively than a sip of White Gummy Bear.
But why is Nutella NEVER on sale? Is this fair to the addicts such as myself who only carry a few dollars around and late at night are in dire need of a smooth hazelnut fix? I dream of a world where men will find peace, pain will disappear, and Nutella will be free and plentiful!
