I didn't make this up. Nor is this the first event of its kind. I'm talking about World Nutella Day.
If you're not that into food or eating, then this probably seems ridiculous to you. We're okay with that.
Who's "we"? The legions of Nutella worshippers around the world, that's who. So far, we number more than 7k on the related Facebook page.
The World Nutella Day folks want pictures and recipes, stories about how worshippers are honoring this little Food Deity du Jour.
Well, guess what?
It's not that I didn't know... I've been waiting for this day for months now. Really. It's just that times have been so tight, the pantry's been laid to waste and -- this is the truth -- the best things are the first to go.
That empty jar o' sweetness has been lying in wait for sometime now. There you have it. Tangible evidence of the complete and utter lack of control I have on my household -- EVEN in the kitchen.
So fellow Nutella Lovers of the World, I offer only this: you can do a whole lot of things (and I'm not just talking food recipes here) with the gooey, rich, warmly-colored ooshy-gooshiness. But the first thing you gotta do is hide the jar.
And as The Boy just pointed out, IF we had some, he could put it on his breakfast pizza to make it yummier.
And there's a lovely segue to a poem I wrote, not specifically for the occasion of World Nutella Day, but it comes to mind this morning because a jar of Nutella is one of the World's Most Perfect Road Trip Foods. Just add spoon.
During last Christmas break, the Editor and I up and decided to hit the road and attempt camping with what little we had -- pretty smart idea during the coldest part of the year!
If it weren't for Nutella during that trip, I wouldn't be rattling on my keyboard today.
Without further ado, I offer...
Camping, Early In A Relationship
We'll take a drive to the desert.
You waffle between 'car camping' and hiking with a bottomless tent,
even mentioning cheap motels here and there.
A hammock, you say, to sleep in! You must have a hammock.
There are no trees in the desert, I say.
You scoff, there are trees, you've seen them, do I want proof?
State parks are safer than national, I offer,
because the space is less vast and the staff more plentiful.
Then there's the guns, you excitedly interject.
What guns?
The ones that you're allowed to carry in state parks, and you'll be having one, all right. For fishing.
If you're not that into food or eating, then this probably seems ridiculous to you. We're okay with that.
Who's "we"? The legions of Nutella worshippers around the world, that's who. So far, we number more than 7k on the related Facebook page.
The World Nutella Day folks want pictures and recipes, stories about how worshippers are honoring this little Food Deity du Jour.
It's not that I didn't know... I've been waiting for this day for months now. Really. It's just that times have been so tight, the pantry's been laid to waste and -- this is the truth -- the best things are the first to go.
That empty jar o' sweetness has been lying in wait for sometime now. There you have it. Tangible evidence of the complete and utter lack of control I have on my household -- EVEN in the kitchen.
So fellow Nutella Lovers of the World, I offer only this: you can do a whole lot of things (and I'm not just talking food recipes here) with the gooey, rich, warmly-colored ooshy-gooshiness. But the first thing you gotta do is hide the jar.
And as The Boy just pointed out, IF we had some, he could put it on his breakfast pizza to make it yummier.
And there's a lovely segue to a poem I wrote, not specifically for the occasion of World Nutella Day, but it comes to mind this morning because a jar of Nutella is one of the World's Most Perfect Road Trip Foods. Just add spoon.
During last Christmas break, the Editor and I up and decided to hit the road and attempt camping with what little we had -- pretty smart idea during the coldest part of the year!
If it weren't for Nutella during that trip, I wouldn't be rattling on my keyboard today.
Without further ado, I offer...
Camping, Early In A Relationship
We'll take a drive to the desert.
You waffle between 'car camping' and hiking with a bottomless tent,
even mentioning cheap motels here and there.
A hammock, you say, to sleep in! You must have a hammock.
There are no trees in the desert, I say.
You scoff, there are trees, you've seen them, do I want proof?
State parks are safer than national, I offer,
because the space is less vast and the staff more plentiful.
Then there's the guns, you excitedly interject.
What guns?
The ones that you're allowed to carry in state parks, and you'll be having one, all right. For fishing.
In modern parlance, a gun is a projectile weapon using a hollow, tubular barrel with a closed end—the breech—as the means of directing the projectile.
[Editor's note: Why, you must be the other Mr. Generic's cousin! Welcome!]
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I like the traditional way of camping where you sleep under the stars.
Posted by: gerber knives | 08/16/2011 at 02:04 AM
I am also all for the traditional camping. Hiking into the wilderness and setting up camp. Do the old way of crafting twigs and starting a camp fire.
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