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In the past two days I have consumed 220 grams of Nutella. The problem is that Nutella is the natural companion of everything French. You can put it on baguettes, croissants, financiers amandes, biscotti... you can even put Nutella on your Nutella. The French do not seem to enjoy Nutella to the same unhealthy degree as Americans and this, I feel, is why the French paradox fails to benefit American tourists.
The French are a very emaciated race, for a nation that eats with such Spartan determination. The adolescents are horrifying to behold; they have a sort of gray pallor that can only be attributed to the lack of Nutella in their diet. I have to watch myself on the Metro in case one of their pointy little elbows should spasm and pierce me fatally in
le coeur. Mostly I am jealous and bitter. Not jealous enough to stop eating Nutella. Never jealous enough to stop eating Nutella.
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| Reunited with la plus belle femme à Paris. |
Will you send back a jar? Please?
ReplyDeleteBut you can buy Nutella in America! Perhaps not in such a wide variety of attractive packages and sizes, but it is there. I will send you instead an enormous wheel of camembert.
ReplyDeleteokay! that's fine. i do so love camembert. perhaps a baguette as well? or a thousand.
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