Nutella isn't something I grew up with at home. Both of my weirdo parents had an aversion to it. I've even heard my Italian father refer to it as "disgusting." I am still to this day fairly certain that he's never even tasted it. Either that, or he's kind of a monster, because this stuff is delicious.
The first time I smothered this chocolate and hazelnut spread onto a crêpe I fell in love, and it's been hot and heavy ever since. I remember buying a jar and stashing it in my college dorm room. It was a symbol of my independence. I could make Nutella a part of my new life as an adult, and everything felt right and good and tasty.
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