Nutella Culprit

Posted by Alma on 18 Sep 2010 in Childhood Days, Children, Family, Flashback, Food, Shopping | 6 comments

My girls and I are allergic to nuts. In fact we are allergic to so many ingredients that its hard to eat out. We tend to stick to the restaurants we like in town and avoid most of those darn dishes with ingredients I am not familiar with. Mahal magkasakit, err, bawal magkasakit.

Our medical bills escalated a few months ago because of the funky weather here and I blame it all to climate change and Nutella.  Nutella, that delicious hazelnut spread that my children and I love.  Slap it on white, creamy bread and you are in heaven.  Works on crackers and amazingly on pancakes.  Never mind the 100 calories per 1 tablespoon of rich creamy Nutella goodness.  Sigh.

My children love Nutella so much they can polish 1 huge loaf bread in one sitting.  I try to referee and place myself in between the Nutella and their eager hands, all excited to dip and slap that all chocolate goo.  I try to put Nutella sparingly, partly because of its bad rap on calories but also because Nutella is a tad expensive here compared to local bread spreads.

So I bought a huge jar of Nutella from Robinson’s Supermarket and was shocked to learn from my eldest daughter that we had ran out of spread.  I looked and found the jar empty– yes empty.  In 3 days?  Something fishy is going on… So came another weekend– grocery day is now Sunday, and my children begged for Nutella again.  So I grabbed second jar for the month…  and after a few days, I found my Nutella culprit.

One early morning,  I was busy working and I heard someone getting a spoon in the kitchen– then silence.  I gazed suspiciously towards the kitchen and there was no sign of activity.  Hmmm. I walked towards the kitchen and found my youngest daughter, holding an opened jar of Nutella and eating the spread! OMG!  Anyway, I snapped a picture on her and got this.  lol

This brought me back memories, when my sister and I would sneak into the kitchen with a spoon to eat peanut butter.  I did not have the heart to get mad at her.  I just hunched over and dipped her spoon again and I took the jar from her and return it on the cupboard.