With Pants on the DL I had to go grocery shopping today. Since my main expertise is with eating, not shopping, I had to think back to my days a Paris to remember how it’s done. While perusing the aisles for the basics (bread, milk, eggs, yougurt, delicious triscuit crackers), I ran across the single food item that helped me survive alone in France – Nutella.
WOOOO!!!! How pumped was I. I couldn’t even wait until after dinner to enjoy a little taste. In case you forgot, it’s so delish. Even Cooper shared in the shear joy of the purchase.
My old French friend, Philippe, when informed of the find, raised the roof.
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remember that time pants cooked the food you like, hosted the tailgate, let you stay over night, visited you too often at school, learned how to text, took you to practice, made you feel uncomfortable when asking you about a gf or bf, cried when you left home, loved you more than should be possible. you probably do. cause it happens everyday.
Happy Story! I bought myself some nutella at martin’s the other day. Who knew they sold it in the states?! thank god for that little taste of europe back home…
p.s. i think the chance of death for dogs significantly increases after consuming chocolate. take care of my cooper!