Older and Wiser

Naivete and youth deceived my brain into depositing Nutella into the same little neuro-bin in which I categorize other foreign spreads that I never wish to consume, particularly Vegomite. Imagine my surprise to encounter a jar of the stuff in the pantry this week, not just to encounter it but to open it and to discover that it was, in fact, filled with delicious Italian nutty chocolate in convenient lickable form. Since I now admit to have officially dipped my index finger into the jar, I can clearly not leave it, contaminated, in the pantry, and have no recourse but to eat it all.