Summer mornings for weeks
proved hectic around our house. Grandkids attending day camp needed to be
awake, dressed, fed, and out the door with a backpack stuffed with bathing suits,
towel, sunscreen, lunch and snacks.
Hailey’s last day of camp
was a bittersweet one. She would soon be settling into her new home along with
the rest of her family over a thousand miles away in the semi-tropical,
barely-breathable Florida swampland.
Hailey requested a Nutella
sandwich for lunch on her last day of camp. Nutella was never on the menu at my
house growing up, but I cannot blame my Mom. The product did not appear on
grocery shelves until 1964. I never bought the spread for my boys, and we did
not miss it or feel deprived.
Over the past few decades
the item became a staple in many American homes. The sweet chocolate hazelnut
concoction is not my idea of a healthy breakfast or lunch, but TV ads declare
otherwise. Or they used to. Ferrero, the company that makes and markets the
stuff, paid a $3 million fine in 2012 for promoting the spread as ‘part of a
nutritious breakfast’. But accepted wisdom lingers on.
I knew our jar of Nutella
was getting dangerously low, but that was fortuitous planning. The jar would
remain on the shelf indefinitely once the kids were gone.
I hastily gathered
everything Hailey needed for camp. The lunchbox was stuffed with borderline
healthy snacks. I grabbed two pieces of whole wheat bread and opened the
cabinet door.
No Nutella in sight.
I rummaged around,
specifically remembering placing the jar in this cabinet, on the first shelf, a
couple of days earlier. I began taking out the shelf contents and placing bags
of pasta, spices, rice, juice boxes, and bottles of salad dressings on the
counter. Everything but Nutella.
Maybe I put it in the bottom
cabinet.
I spent more than a few
minutes searching the bottom cabinet, taking everything out and spreading cans
and bags of food on the floor. Still no Nutella.
It was getting late. I
soulfully looked at hub, busy doing I have no idea what.
“Hailey really wants Nutella
for lunch today. I thought I had some but can’t find it. Would you mind walking
down to Rite-Aid and buying a jar?”
Anything for his
granddaughter. He was out the door. Luckily the drugstore is two blocks from
our house.
Meanwhile I ply Hailey away from
the TV set, making sure she is dressed, teeth brushed and breakfast consumed.
Hub returns with the coveted
jar. A couple of minutes later the sandwich is made, backpack filled, and
Hailey and I are on our way to camp.
Returning about a half hour
later I put all the food back in the cabinets, breathe a sigh of relief and sit
down to enjoy a quiet breakfast and cup of coffee.
My son Matthew walks in the
door at that moment. In his hands is a jar of Nutella.
I stare at the container.
“Steph took the Nutella last
night to make a sandwich for Sami this morning.”
Mystery solved!
What a relief!
I am not going crazy or
senile! I recalled correctly exactly what I did with the Nutella. Both jars were safely deposited
in the cabinet.
A couple of weeks later my
niece visited with her two-year-old son.
“Does Noah like Nutella?”
“I love it. Eat it all the
time.”
I handed her the two jars.
Now there were none. Until
next summer.
Nutella? Heard of it; never tasted it. Guess I'm too old. (But you've got me intrigued -- maybe I'll try it!)
ReplyDeleteThe first time I ever tasted it was in a B&B in England. Loved it, but had never seen it on the shelves here. Now it's everywhere... and grandkids do love it.
ReplyDeleteI've seen it advertised but I've never tasted it. I don't think I'm going to start, after looking at the ingredients! :-)
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