Nutella memories and twenty Hail Marys

I had planned to write about Nutella a couple of days back but was a bit tired. Then suddenly saw Bong Mom write about it from across the seven seas. So here I am back at the keyboard.

I took to Nutella during our recent trip to Switzerland. Our first hotel, Montreux Palace, served croissants, juice, coffee, butter and little tubs of Nutella for breakfast in the lobby of the adjoining Royal Palace Hotel. You could look across the serene and incredibly beautiful Lake Montreux over breakfast. The beauty of nature inspired me to new heights as I discovered a most sensual taste experience.

A fresh croissant stuffed with butter and Nutella. Just try this combination once. Great bread hugging the sweetness of hazelnut bejewelled chocolate paste and the saltiness of sinful butter. It is an explosion of joy and delight in the mouth. Reminiscent of the creation of the universe.

I thought I had discovered the ultimate Nutella sensation. I changed my mind the day before.

I opened the fridge at night and took out a small little tub of Nutella which I had got back from Switzerland. I opened the tub. Took out a bit. Licked it. Passed out in joy.

Boy let me tell you that this is an experience which should be allowed only to those who have crossed eighteen. It is one heck of an adult, erotic ride. Nutty,grainy, heady, at times passionate, at times searing ... it is much more that a 'Haselnuss Nougat Creme.

Nutella has to be had straight. It is the ultimate taste in the universe. It is the greatest pleasure known to mankind. You don't need anything with it. Its taste and memory linger on well after you have had it. It is unforgettable.

It is one of the seven deadly sins.