Nutella
I don't do well with
temptation, but if it matters at all, there are natural hazel nuts in it, so
its healthy, right?
The first time was exquisite. Something that based on the orgasm after
tasting it, is the new ultimate climax.
My Nutella addiction began a few
years ago when my friends Michelle and Miriam offered me a taste from a jar that they were quickly devouring
together.
The next day I found myself buying
several jars of the largest size in my local supermarket. The rest is history.
From that point on I was hooked
and could not avoid the endless cravings for my numerous daily Nutella fixes.
The problem arose mostly at night. I would be reclining in my favorite chair or
in bed, when Ms. Nutella came calling my name.
I like exotic forms of sugar
as much as the next guy, and just because of that I try to not bring them home
for consumption.
But Nutella was different, it was made especially for me and I
craved the taste as it flowed through my entire body.
There she was, sweet, creamy, a chocolate mystery in a bottle, so touchable and
with the arrogant brown consistency of a thousand ground up chocolate bars,
calling me.
(Here's
a tip: Do not walk out of the kitchen with a spoon and an open container of
Nutella. You will return in a sugar rush from a time-warp, carrying only a very
polished, clean spoon or extremely Nutella splattered fingers, face, shirt,).
At
first, I only ate Nutella in the context of a sandwich.
Spread a bit
here, put a bunch between two slices of bread, add a banana, I had a sensible
and delicious snack.
After
a few days, however, I was out of bread but still had some Nutella left.
I
knew that eating it out of the jar could possibly take me down a very dark
path, one that I might have not been ready for spiritually, emotionally, and
sexually, but I NEEDED
the wondrous hazelnut spread.
I
needed its destination to be my stomach and was willing to do whatever it took
to make that happen.
So
I ate it out of the jar.
I put spoonful after spoonful in my mouth and loved
every sinful moment of it.
I
soon realized that those sandwiches were all just for show, to convince people
that I was normal and eating Nutella in a socially acceptable way.
Well,
no more hiding! I was going to eat Nutella out of the jar.
If someone asked me for
a Nutella sandwich, I would give them a knowing nod and slip them the
jar. I spoke their language and could read between the lines.
A month passed, then another,
then maybe a few more. I no longer used a spoon, just primitively getting
immediate sustenance by dipping my fingers directly into the jar was all I
needed.
That intoxicating spell cast by the sirens allure; lovely, soft gentle mouth
fulls of this concoction.
Now I was buying Nutella by
the case (Walmart has the cheapest price, order online at $6.46
USD for a 26.5 oz. jar and if you buy $50 or more, they will ship it to you for
free), soothing, melodious tastes that lasted for a few hours, until I
needed more.
Soon, Nutella dinners, mixed
with ice cream, banana, pretzels, yogurt, anything, this "balanced"
meal became my nightly routine, with the always present "high" of
bliss full sounds and feelings within me.
I still hear them out far in the distance so sweetly singing, while I sat there
enchanted, just me and my fingers filled with Nutella.
Eventually like all intense
love affairs, I couldn't live without it, but yet it was literally consuming
me.
In desperation, realizing
that this pleasure had turned into an almost out of control addiction, I
finished my last jar, then went cold turkey for 2 weeks, resisting all urges to
buy another jar of Nutella.
I have been free of the demon sweet Nutella for over
a year, but it is often on my mind that I need just a small taste for old times
sake.
I still gaze lovingly at the
Nutella display whenever I am in the grocery store.
It's as if I am seeing an
old friend who is not a good influence on me. I say hello, with a small moment
of eye contact, and quickly move on by.
Devotees of Nutella will tell you that it is
delicious smeared over toast, sensational oozing out of pancakes, and just
about anything you can imagine (CLICK HERE FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU CAN EAT WITH
NUTELLA)
Half a century after it was invented in the back
room of an Italian bakery, the world appears to have an almost insatiable
appetite for Nutella, the hazelnut chocolate spread.
Nutella was created by a man named
Pietro Ferrero, who was a pastry
maker in Italy during the 1940′s. At that time, there was a shortage of cocoa
due to the rationing of World War II, so this genius used hazelnuts to add
substance to the spread and to extend their chocolate supply.
Last year Nutella devotees devoured a staggering 365,000 tons of the
stuff in 160 countries.
A jar of Nutella is sold every 2.5 seconds worldwide.
Nutella is a global phenomenon, produced in 11 factories worldwide, and
accounting for one fifth of the Ferrero Group's turnover, along with other
products such as Kinder and Ferrero Rocher chocolates.
What
goes into Nutella?
- 97 hazelnuts in each 750g jar
- Ingredients: Sugar, palm oil
(non-hydrogenated), hazelnuts, low-fat cocoa, skimmed-milk powder, whey
powder, emulsifier (soya lecithin), vanillin
- Nutritional information per 100g: 544
kcal, protein 6g, sugar 56.7g, fat 31.6g
- Produced in 11 factories located in
Italy, France, Germany, Poland, Russia, Turkey, Brazil, Canada, Mexico and
Australia
The company has been particularly
creative at marketing Nutella as a good ingredient for a nutritious breakfast,
emphasising the hazelnuts and milk rather than the high content of sugar and
saturated fat. It is in fact nearly 57% sugar and 32% fat of which about a
third of the fat is saturated.
Nutella: If loving you is wrong, I
don’t want to be right.
WARNING: After eating Nutella straight out
of the jar for a period of time, you will almost certainly start to experience
stomach, gastric pains and feelings of fatassness.
I don't do well with temptation, but if it matters at all, there are natural hazel nuts in it, so its healthy, right?
The first time was exquisite. Something that based on the orgasm after tasting it, is the new ultimate climax.
My Nutella addiction began a few
years ago when my friends Michelle and Miriam offered me a taste from a jar that they were quickly devouring
together.
The next day I found myself buying
several jars of the largest size in my local supermarket. The rest is history.
From that point on I was hooked
and could not avoid the endless cravings for my numerous daily Nutella fixes.
The problem arose mostly at night. I would be reclining in my favorite chair or in bed, when Ms. Nutella came calling my name.
I like exotic forms of sugar
as much as the next guy, and just because of that I try to not bring them home
for consumption.
But Nutella was different, it was made especially for me and I craved the taste as it flowed through my entire body.
But Nutella was different, it was made especially for me and I craved the taste as it flowed through my entire body.
There she was, sweet, creamy, a chocolate mystery in a bottle, so touchable and with the arrogant brown consistency of a thousand ground up chocolate bars, calling me.
(Here's
a tip: Do not walk out of the kitchen with a spoon and an open container of
Nutella. You will return in a sugar rush from a time-warp, carrying only a very
polished, clean spoon or extremely Nutella splattered fingers, face, shirt,).
At
first, I only ate Nutella in the context of a sandwich.
Spread a bit here, put a bunch between two slices of bread, add a banana, I had a sensible and delicious snack.
Spread a bit here, put a bunch between two slices of bread, add a banana, I had a sensible and delicious snack.
After
a few days, however, I was out of bread but still had some Nutella left.
I
knew that eating it out of the jar could possibly take me down a very dark
path, one that I might have not been ready for spiritually, emotionally, and
sexually, but I NEEDED
the wondrous hazelnut spread.
I
needed its destination to be my stomach and was willing to do whatever it took
to make that happen.
So
I ate it out of the jar.
I put spoonful after spoonful in my mouth and loved every sinful moment of it.
I put spoonful after spoonful in my mouth and loved every sinful moment of it.
I
soon realized that those sandwiches were all just for show, to convince people
that I was normal and eating Nutella in a socially acceptable way.
Well,
no more hiding! I was going to eat Nutella out of the jar.
If someone asked me for
a Nutella sandwich, I would give them a knowing nod and slip them the
jar. I spoke their language and could read between the lines.
A month passed, then another,
then maybe a few more. I no longer used a spoon, just primitively getting
immediate sustenance by dipping my fingers directly into the jar was all I
needed.
That intoxicating spell cast by the sirens allure; lovely, soft gentle mouth fulls of this concoction.
Now I was buying Nutella by
the case (Walmart has the cheapest price, order online at $6.46
USD for a 26.5 oz. jar and if you buy $50 or more, they will ship it to you for
free), soothing, melodious tastes that lasted for a few hours, until I
needed more.
Soon, Nutella dinners, mixed
with ice cream, banana, pretzels, yogurt, anything, this "balanced"
meal became my nightly routine, with the always present "high" of
bliss full sounds and feelings within me.
I still hear them out far in the distance so sweetly singing, while I sat there enchanted, just me and my fingers filled with Nutella.
Eventually like all intense
love affairs, I couldn't live without it, but yet it was literally consuming
me.
In desperation, realizing
that this pleasure had turned into an almost out of control addiction, I
finished my last jar, then went cold turkey for 2 weeks, resisting all urges to
buy another jar of Nutella.
I have been free of the demon sweet Nutella for over a year, but it is often on my mind that I need just a small taste for old times sake.
I have been free of the demon sweet Nutella for over a year, but it is often on my mind that I need just a small taste for old times sake.
I still gaze lovingly at the
Nutella display whenever I am in the grocery store.
It's as if I am seeing an old friend who is not a good influence on me. I say hello, with a small moment of eye contact, and quickly move on by.
It's as if I am seeing an old friend who is not a good influence on me. I say hello, with a small moment of eye contact, and quickly move on by.
Devotees of Nutella will tell you that it is
delicious smeared over toast, sensational oozing out of pancakes, and just
about anything you can imagine (CLICK HERE FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU CAN EAT WITH
NUTELLA)
Half a century after it was invented in the back
room of an Italian bakery, the world appears to have an almost insatiable
appetite for Nutella, the hazelnut chocolate spread.
Nutella was created by a man named
Pietro Ferrero, who was a pastry
maker in Italy during the 1940′s. At that time, there was a shortage of cocoa
due to the rationing of World War II, so this genius used hazelnuts to add
substance to the spread and to extend their chocolate supply.
Last year Nutella devotees devoured a staggering 365,000 tons of the
stuff in 160 countries.
Nutella is a global phenomenon, produced in 11 factories worldwide, and
accounting for one fifth of the Ferrero Group's turnover, along with other
products such as Kinder and Ferrero Rocher chocolates.
What
goes into Nutella?
- 97 hazelnuts in each 750g jar
- Ingredients: Sugar, palm oil
(non-hydrogenated), hazelnuts, low-fat cocoa, skimmed-milk powder, whey
powder, emulsifier (soya lecithin), vanillin
- Nutritional information per 100g: 544
kcal, protein 6g, sugar 56.7g, fat 31.6g
- Produced in 11 factories located in
Italy, France, Germany, Poland, Russia, Turkey, Brazil, Canada, Mexico and
Australia
The company has been particularly
creative at marketing Nutella as a good ingredient for a nutritious breakfast,
emphasising the hazelnuts and milk rather than the high content of sugar and
saturated fat. It is in fact nearly 57% sugar and 32% fat of which about a
third of the fat is saturated.
Nutella: If loving you is wrong, I
don’t want to be right.
WARNING: After eating Nutella straight out
of the jar for a period of time, you will almost certainly start to experience
stomach, gastric pains and feelings of fatassness.
