If you buy the right calendar, it would seem every noun has its day. Yesterday’s celebrated noun? Nutella. Yes, the fifth of February is (apparently and for what reason I have not a clue) World Nutella Day. Fans of chocolate smooshed with hazelnut unite!
Obviously I had to celebrate this very meaningful and not in any way ridiculous day with a Nutella based treat. It did, after all, come to our rescue more than once in India when we were hankering for a treat/ needed to celebrate (beer is rather hard to come by and Indian cake isn’t so great).
And so I made Nutella popsicles! Sort of. I had no popsicle sticks so I used snapped-in-half skewers. I also kind of didn’t measure the ingredients and so my “popsicles”, rather than being frozen, were more like a very cold, very gooey ganache-y ind of fudge. I was very excited about my nutella popsicles, because… nutella. popsicles. And I had dressed them up in candied hazelnuts and Dutch cocoa and gold sprinkles. It was all very exciting.
But. When I actually ate one? I don’t know. It wasn’t that they weren’t good. They were frozen chunks of Nutella covered in sugary hazelnuts and cocoa. They were good. But I really just think nothing can beat a ginormous Nutella-y spoonful, straight from the jar to the mouth.
It has always been, and still remains- despite my frozen popsicle adventures, my favourite way to eat Nutella. You can keep your toast, your crepes and muffins… you can keep them and I will keep my trusty spoon.
And I will keep my pizza adorned only with tomato, mozzarella and basil. I will keep my evenings spent cooking dinner and watching the golden sun, my weekends spent gardening and op-shopping. I will keep creating food and writing notes and looking for beauty everywhere.
I will keep it simple.
Happy Nutella Day (belated).