Qcast Connecticut did a show on Nutella, QCC 52: The NutellaCast, and I wrote this to Michael and Mr B:

If this is too late for the show, you can still be jealous of us here in the midwest. I guess that’s why we’re fat here. I went to Costco tonight, and when I saw the Nutella, I couldn’t help myself but take some pictures for you two.

I know as a podcaster, I should be sending you an mp3 of my story, but hey, I’m too busy being depressed. 😀 I’m much better now.
So, I’m just going to write.

I got my Nutella training when I was five. The kindergarten I attended, as did my primary and secondary schools (that’s how we call grade school and high school), we get conduct grades too. Meaning, how you behave in school, in class, will affect your conduct grade. Being the good boy that I was, and still am, I usually get A’s for my conduct in school. For both my kindergarten years, five and six years old, I was the top Good Boy. So, I get to walk up the stage, being presented a package of goodies by my principal. And I could care less about all that. My main motivation was the little individual pack Nutella. It’s probably about the size of the individual pack butter we get in restaurants. Of course, it also came equipped with a little plastic spreader. Of course, it was never a spreader for me, it’s just a spoon for me to dig out the Nutella from the dish and eat it all up. Everyone did that. Not until I’m in my twenties that I discovered they were actually spreads.

I’m watching my weight lately. But when I was in my bingeing period, I used to eat it with a spoon. It grosses me out even to think about it now. Eek, sweet!!!!!
That’s my Nutella love story.