When I was a little older than Madeline, we lived in Italy for a bit and I discovered Nutella. The smooth, creamy, chocolaty spread was subtly flavored with hazelnuts and routinely slathered on lightly toasted bread.
And the love affair began.
Years later, long after we moved back to the US, Nutella finally became available here, and the devotion to it continued. Through adulthood, it has found its way through various incarnations in my kitchen … snuck into thin wispy crepes, used in muffins and cakes, and even brownies. But the very best way I still enjoy it is pure old school, on those simple unassuming pieces of toast, instantly bringing me back to childhood.
And, of course, in an even more naked way… from a spoon dipped into the jar.
Who are we kidding?
A few years ago, Madeline discovered the jar in our kitchen cabinet and asked for a taste.
And that was pretty much the end of that.
My eat-all-things-chocolate child had begun her very own love affair with Nutella.
Can you blame her?
In fact, last year, the kids’ babysitters introduced her to “chocolate toast,” which was sometimes also known as breakfast.
#whenMomisntlooking
While she likes Nutella baked into sweet treats just fine, she much prefers it on toast or from the jar.
She’s a purist. Just like her Mom.
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