I’ve always loved flavor combinations. As a child, I didn’t think they got much better than mint and chocolate.

Admittedly, this notion of mint/chocolate being the be-all, end-all followed me to adulthood – to the moment I discovered Nutella.

For all you Blake Makers that have never heard of it, much less tasted it, it’s a luscious, creamy chocolate-hazelnut spread. They eat it a lot in Europe. I compare it to peanut butter. It’s got the same consistency, but much more rich.

One of the best meals I ever had was sharing a Nutella crepe with Beez in Paris. It was our last day there, and it was freezing. We bought the crepe on the street, walked to the Louvre, and ate it in the park. It was warm, decadent and the perfect way to end our trip.

Last weekend, I smeared a ton of the stuff on some big, fluffy pancakes. I bought the jar on Friday. It was gone by the following Wednesday. I usually pour myself a glass of milk and eat it right out of the jar.

For those times when I feel too guilty to do that, I’ll slice an apple and eat it that way.

Just to be clear, I LOVE NUTELLA!