A little something from my travel writing class...
Give me a piece of cake and I’ll only eat the frosting. Yes, I was that girl at birthday parties. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the cake…I just loved the frosting. But in Florence
During the first few weeks of living here I referred to it as ‘want to be double fudge frosting’. What exactly was nutella anyways? Wasn’t it just chocolate in a jar? I could not figure out why it was three times cheaper than peanut butter or why it was everywhere and on everything. I could make my own nutella by melting candy bars...or so I thought.
My first encounter with the imposter was on a crepe, which was shoved in my mouth before I could object. And the worst part: it was good. A smooth combination of chocolate and hazelnut and heaven melted and poured into a jar. Richer and creamier than any frosting I’ve ever tasted. From there my relationship with nutella escalated until I found myself eating it by the spoonful on a daily basis. Nutella has become, as mush as I hate to admit, my new found love.
Nutella in now a staple in our apartment and I encourage it to become one in yours too. One lick can brighten your mood; one slab can make anything taste scrumptious. Just the other day I made nutella chocolate chip cookies and topped them with additional nutella. Addiction? Possibly. But I heard chocolate, like wine, is good for your heart. How can frosting compete with that?
