While living in France I had the chance to sample all sorts of different foods. There was the simple, cheap joy of a beef and lamp kebob, the hearty warmth of a traditional Alsatian plate – Sausage, bratwurst, ham and potatoes. The crunch softness of a real French baguette, filled my soul like nothing else. And the pastries were nothing short of heaven.
But the one treat I loved about all other things was the “French peanut butter,” rich, sweet, smooth, chocolate Nutella. For those who have never had it, Nutella is a smooth chocolate spread that you can put on bread, crackers, or really anything at all.
It is truly divine.
You actually can find it in the States, if you look hard enough. It’s fairly expensive, and you don’t get much of it, but it’s worth it all the same.
This morning, having a rather hard time of it – various personal issues – I decided to have a little Nutella toast for breakfast – well, I ate it at 11:30, but it was the first food I digested this morning (which isn’t all that rare for me, I tend to forget to eat sometimes – but don’t let that discourage you food lovers out there, for when I remember to eat, I eat a lot.) It was the perfect thing. Comfort food. Warm and sweet and so fulfilling.
Now I’ll go back to packing, for we’re going out of town this weekend. So, this is it for the posting until Monday, or possibly Tuesday.
Yes, that means no Fresh Tracks this week, even though it is a weekly column, and one that I just started. I did actually get some new tracks this week, but I’ve been busying myself with actually getting all my music onto the iPod (up until now it has been a completely sporadic, and unusual affair) and thus the new music is away in the piles of CDs laying around my flat.
This will also mean no TV diary, which is actually ok, since I didn’t really watch much TV this week, and I’m trying to wean myself off of it anyways.
Until next time.