My friend, Lisa and I were on the Steering committee for a Mother’s group for several years. We would take turns bringing in food for the meetings, you know, bagels, juice, a Quiche from the grocery store, whatever. Not Lisa. Her favorite pastime back then was inventing new recipes and entering contests with them. And winning. I know, right?! Of course she needed tasters to test her recipes (Wait… Did I hear that right) so she would bring in delicious egg dishes, yummy cookies and whatnot for. us. to. eat! That scenario would rock on a good day, but back then I had two little howler monkeys and was pregnant with Pumpkin Pie. Home-made food was crucial to my happiness.
Fast-forward several years and her youngest child (Pickles age) has been in school for a couple of years full-time and she has been busy taking all expense paid trips, winning beaucoup cash and prizes, and writing a fabulous food blog called Jersey Girl Cooks which you can visit here.
This is the exact jar of Nutella I bought at Target today BEFORE I knew about the Nutellatte. Divine intervention. Imagine a little golden halo over its cap.
I keep a link to her blog on my website because it is awesome and today I happened to see something that about made me drop my teeth! First of all, if you know me personally, you know I have a teeny tiny affinity for Nutella. I may be understating this. I even asked Lisa to do a Nutella-related guest blog post for me (She agreed, then the holidays happened. Stay tuned, I have NOT forgotten). Okay, so I see on my own blog that she did a post today on… wait for it… NUTELLA!!! Cinnamon Nutella Latte to be specific. Shouldn’t we really call that a Cinnamon Nutellatte? Or just Cinnutellatte? Whatever, I want one. I may not be a good judge, because I would happily eat my shoe if it had some Nutella on it.
These are Pickles favorite shoes. I would gladly eat them if you put Nutella on them.
Thanks, Jersey Girl. Right now I am happily sipping a Nutellatte in my imagination and it is heavenly.
Lucky you. A recipe in your honour and tasting duties. I can feel my thighs expanding just thinking about it!
This recipe was not in my honor, and I have only tasted it in my imagination. But, it was delicious in my mind! Somehow I bet my thighs will expand anyway. Stupid thighs.
Yeah, who needs them.
my 14 year old child is now addicted to nutella. it’s all she eats for breakfast. thanks for the influence!
Let’s get her started on a Nutellatte, then she can be hooked on caffiene, too. Nutella is a gateway snack.