Aw, nuts.

Ancient Nutella

I meant to eat it, but there it sat, opened but mostly untouched, on a pantry shelf next to a revolving assortment of peanuts, almonds, and cashews. I liked having it on the shelf, because it reminded me of my time - a long time ago now - in Italy. But: I also never really acknowledged that I never really liked the taste of it. So there it sat, taunting me almost daily ("Don't be wasteful!"). . . for maybe a year? Time to acknowledge that I don't need it as a souvenir: I have other wonderful memories of Italy, tangible and intangible, and I definitely don't need any backtalk from my foodstuff. . . so there!. . . so long!

xo, LD