First I'm making sure, everyone knows what Nutella is, because once we were looking in the store for it while we were in another part of the state. When we told the manager we were looking for "Nutella", he had this blank look on his face.
I volunteered, "Nutella is chocolate." (Technically it's called hazelnut spread). When he directed us to the snacks, I told him that"It's not a snack, you use it on bread.
I could tell he started getting nervous, when he started stroking his tie.
"Let me ask someone, okay."
When he came back, his face looked flushed. "Apparently, all my workers know what it is, except for me." When we got to the right place in the right isle, I showed it to him. "See? You should try it sometime..."
A box with small croissants sits on the dining table. Usually eat them with cheese, but I didn't feel like cheese yet. So I got the ingenious idea to make my own chocolate filled croissant with Nutella (so I could control the amount of sugar -haha).
In my house the Nutella belongs in the cupboard. I opened the door, but ...no, no Nutella there.
Okay...maybe hubby forgot to put it back, and it's still on the kitchen table.
No...not there either. Started thinking, hmmmm, what other place could it be?
Maybe in haste, hubby put it at the "old" place, which would be the pantry ? There's a glorious mess on the pantry shelves, but no, it did not appear.
I was disappointed, and tried talking myself into eating my croissant with something else that's sweet...maybe jelly?
The prospect of jelly on my croissant was not appealing at the moment.
Sigh, well then it HAS TO BE CHEESE. At least, that seemed reasonable.
But my taste buds didn't budge. They still kept talking to me about chocolate. After a lot of hemming and hawing, I finally picked up the cell phone.
I couldn't believe I was one of those weak wives who call their husbands for everything under the sun while they're working! Now I was one of "them"!!!
"Did you put Nutella on your sandwich?" was my introductory question.
The innocent lamb didn't know to which slaughter he was led. "...yes...why are you asking?"
"Where did you leave the Nutella, sweetie?" "...um...where I always leave it?"
"It's not there. I looked and looked again." "Sorry, then I don't know."
I was disappointed that it now for sure it had to be CHEESE.
Later that afternoon, long after I had eaten the cheese croissant, I opened the microwave to make my coffee extra hot. I opened the door to put in my cup and there
I gulped, when the Nutella was staring me in the face like a lost puppy! One moment, I thought to still get my chocolate croissant, but I decided to be a big girl and could wait till the following day. The Nutella would still be there! Or?
Can't wait to hear how some little daily thing at your house traveled to a strange place....