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Fifty Shades of Nutella

I’m standing at the kitchen counter about to start dinner.  I open the cabinet to round up the ingredients for this evening’s meal and I see it, that seemingly innocent white-lidded jar, beckoning my attention.  I look away and continue gathering my supplies, but its call is too great to ignore.  I remove the Nutella  from the cabinet and slowly twist off its lid.  I open the drawer below and remove a spoon.  I put  the jar on the counter and hold it in place with one hand as I dip the spoon into the jar with the other, its contents yielding against the touch of the stainless steel.  I raise the spoon to my lips, closing my eyes and inhaling its familiar, delicate fragrance.  As it finds its way into my mouth, this intoxicating concoction slides off the spoon and onto my tongue, enveloping it like a silky blanket, the hint of hazelnut providing the perfect counterpoint to the smooth, velvety chocolate.  I open my eyes and, staring into the cabinet, inspiration strikes – dare I take out the peanut butter?  My taste buds shiver at the thought.  No, I decide as my inner goddess pouts, that’s too much for now.  “Perhaps another time”, I can almost hear the peanut butter grinning salaciously.  I plunge the spoon into the jar again and again, greedily devouring the Nutella like a . . .

A small voice shakes me out of my reverie.  “Is dinner almost ready?” my son calls out from the living room.  I look down sheepishly at the jar and realize I’ve just consumed 600 calories worth of Nutella and we haven’t even had dinner yet.  I put the jar down and knot my fingers on the counter, chastising myself for my loss of control.  As I bite my lower lip, my subconscious smirks at me over her half-moon specs and clucks “A moment on the lips, no matter how sweet, a lifetime on the hips.”

I roll my eyes at her and angrily throw the spoon into the sink.  I shove the jar back in the cabinet, vowing to never lose control like that again (at least until the next time I open the cabinet).  Oh Nutella, you are a cruel master. . .

Photos courtesy of Pinterest and nutellachocolate.com

A Midlife Moment

This afternoon I met with my friend C. at our favorite neighborhood spot.  A quaint bistro-style coffee-house that serves delicious sandwiches and salads, pastries and artisanal coffees (C. swoons over the perfectly blended iced coffee), we love to sit here and chit-chat over lunch.  Occasionally I finish up my meal with a handmade salted caramel chocolate truffle – heaven!

While greedily devouring our eggplant, red pepper, zucchini and mozzarella sandwiches (on freshly baked Italian bread), C. mentioned how much she was enjoying the NBC musical drama “Smash”.

The conversation went something like this:

C.:  “. . . and Debra Messing is amazing on this show, I love her.”

Me:  “So do I, she is so funny.  Is she wearing her hair curly or straight?”  (I’ve recently stopped blow drying my naturally curly hair straight, thus alleviating my arm pain and most likely averting carpal tunnel syndrome.  Knowing that Deb was a curly girl, I was curious).

C.:  ”Not pin straight, but wavy.  She was so great in that other series, too, you know, the one where. . . oh, you remember. . . “

Me:  “Yes of course, with that guy. . . what was it called again??? “

C.:  “Yes, the one with Jack. . . “

Me:  ”Yes, and the other one – ugh, what is the name of that show???”

C.:  “I just can’t think of it. . . . “

Me:  “Neither can I – why can’t we think of that name???”

We stared at each other blankly.  Neither one of us could come up with the name of that damn show, not for the next 45 minutes of our lunch date.  Not even on the way home.  I told her we were having a Midlife Moment – where you can recall some details of what you’re trying to remember, but you can’t quite remember exactly what it is you’re trying to remember.  I felt like I was being punk’d by my own brain – the answer was just kind of dancing around the edges of my memory banks, then got  yanked away just as it was about to descend onto the tip of my tongue.  If you fall anywhere on the 40-spectrum, you might know what I’m talking about.

 The funny thing about these Moments is that eventually you do remember what it was you were trying to remember.  I finally remembered the name of the show.  Nine hours later.

“WILL & GRACE for cryin’ out loud,” I text-yelled to C.  “OMG!!  Of course!” she texted back.

Sigh.  I wonder if they can put some ginkgo biloba in those salted caramel chocolate truffles.  Doesn’t chocolate have some memory enhancing properties?  I think I read that somewhere, I just can’t remember where. . .

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Are you “forgetting to remember” more often than usual?  What are some of your Midlife Moments?  Let me know (don’t worry, I’ll probably forget all about it!)