I was 62 and a half before I discovered the glutinous delights of Nutella. All those wasted years, thinking chocolate spread was for bambinos.
I can remember, as a child, being offered chocolate spread on toast, by someone's au pair. As if an au pair weren't sufficiently exotic in the sixties... chocolate spread made this, not overly conservative- eater recoil with dark suspicion. What foreign matter was this?
It was SlimmingWorld, ironically, that introduced me to it. I happened to notice the syn value in a list of calorie-laden, but not forbidden fruit. Because (repeat after me) no food is forbidden in Slimming World.
Anyway, once initiated, I found myself sneaking the odd teaspoon of conc. Nutella, when left to my own devices. Satisfying the desire for chocolate without de-railing the weight-loss programme. So when I heard about the cut-price Nutella in France (Ocado are you taking note?) I totally understood the mad passionate drive that impels a shopper to stand on his neighbour's hand, and fill his paniers with pots of Nutella nectar.
Only well-ingrained decorum prevents me from hopping on a ferry to Calais. Apart from which, how many jars would I have to buy to justify the fare? Common sense is prevailing. But should Nutella be sold at bargain basement prices in this country, I would like to think I'd be first in an orderly queue.
(We don't do passion, like the French.The French do Crème passionnel rather well.)
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