My Love/Hate Affair with Nutella

(A little I’m-not-sure-what-this-is [free-form poem?] about Nutella) Decadent, nutty chocolatey-ness. Smooth and rich and great by itself, with fruit, or spread on a cracker. Guiltily licking the spoon clean. I see the results on my hips. Rolls and jiggles on my sides. Granny flaps on my arms. The pooch on my belly grows a littleContinue reading “My Love/Hate Affair with Nutella”