Nutella....chocolately, hazelnutty goodness. You are devilishly delicious and you constantly tempt me from the tiny defense of my own cupboard. How did you make it into my house? A moment of weakness in the grocery store and you were in my shopping bad. I was alone in my plight to keep you from hitching a ride home...no one came to my rescue to stop the madness. And now, each day I see your creamy texture from outside the jar, I melt a little...much like you would on a warm bagel.
My son loves you as much as I. He asks for you each morning. Then I'm forced to meet you face to face. As I slather your velvety cream, your intoxicating aroma fills my nose, and my stomach begins to rumble. Oh, how can I resist? I stare longingly at the knife I use to spread your lovely texture and think..."no one will notice if I just lick the knife.." But I would know that you defeated me. I will know that you have a power and control over me. And that I cannot have.
When we go to the festivals, you are always there...calling out to me with your hot, heavenly scent...but I know you only appear to be heavenly, for you are nothing short of pure evil. The festival ladies make crepes and fill them with you, adding Grand Marnier or bananas (YUM!) and my mouth salivates for you. But I will not break. I will not cave. You will not own me. And I will never again own you.
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