Death By Nutella

I've never been addicted to anything.  Not cigarettes, not drugs, not alcohol.  But in France, there is a mysteriously addictive substance which has taken control of my mind and I can't get enough of it.  It's Nutella.

They have it in the states (thank God...I was worried I wouldn't have Nutella when I got back home),but  it's not as popular there.

I know my mom is reading this right now thinking, "Oh my God, Nutella? Is that some kind of new drug the kids are doing???"  No, mom.  It's a chocolate/hazelnut sandwich spread.  The only harm it will do is make me fat.

French people put Nutella on frigging everything.  Crepes, sandwiches, fruit, children (kidding)...I guess it's like peanut butter for us Americans.  

According to the official website, Nutella was created during WWII In Italy by Mr. Pietro Ferrero.  Chocolate was in short supply because of rationing, but hazelnuts were plentiful so he used those to fill out the chocolate.  And it's DELICIOUS.  Thank you Pietro.

Anyway, I realized that I had an actual addition to Nutella today.  Usually, I have a jar sitting in my room that I attack with a spoon when I get a craving...which is pretty often.  But for the past couple days, I refused to buy any more Nutella because I needed to stop eating it.  

Today, however, I had an overwhelming desire for it.  I was trying to study for a test but I couldn't concentrate because I needed a fix.  Even though it was raining and cold and I needed to study, I put on my coat and walked all the way to the Franprix grocery store just to buy a jar of Nutella.  When I got back to my room...well, just picture a vulture with a gazelle carcass. 

Basically, I need help.  I think my addiction is going to kill me...or just make me fat.  One is just as bad as the other.

Oh and beware of the Nutella knock-off Pralina.  It's goopy and gross.