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 grab 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 reach for 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 in my hand 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 over 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. . .
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HAHAHAHA!!!! Obviously you’re reading the same book I am. I’m suddenly a lot more aware of my inner goddess and subconscious lately.
I know, these ladies have gotten really loud! Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Ooh! Nutella is my bad boy, too.
Stow your twitchy palm 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
Mm Nutella. Good thing we’re out.
Nooooooo! Maybe Mrs. Jones can run to the store. . .
Lol!! This was awesome. I’m reading the same book too and couldn’t contain my giggles.
Thank you, glad you liked it! I’m on the third book and my inner goddess and subconscious have gotten soooo loud about everything 🙂
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What a treat of a read this was today!!
To my cousin “beanie” you’re going to get a kick out if this…
OMG!!! I loved this!!! Christian kept popping into my head the whole time…probably because in my mind he’s feeding the Nutella to me…one spoonful at a time! Sigh… ❤ LMAO!!!
So glad you enjoyed it! Mmmmm, Christian and Nutella – now THAT’S a visual 🙂
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This is precisely why I have never even tasted Nutella. Although,apparently, I really do need to read this book!
Oh, the book and Nutella together? Look out!! Hide the spoons 🙂
Oh my! Nutella, that’s one kinky foodery! My inner goddess is doing a triple somersaults in the kitchen now.
We have another trilogy in the making here 😉 Love this!
Thank you for stopping by.. . maybe the next time I will pull out the peanut butter 🙂
Love the title of your post. I had to come and read it!
Thank you! I hope you enjoyed it 🙂
Allow inspiration to assault your taste buds, reach for the peanut butter! Then, if you truly want your inner goddess to convulse with unequalled euphoric abandonment, ditch the spoon & use a banana. Oh my!
Oh my!!! My inner goddess is jumping for joy, and I think my lower lip is bleeding a little because I just bit it so hard!!! Thank you, that was hysterical 🙂