Dude, this reminded me how much I want and desire and yearn for a Nutella toast
Holy shoot. That decadent chocolate hazelnut spread on top of warm, crunchy toast
If Iโm feeling fancy, some nuts on top
Pistachios, Pecans, maybe cashews or peanuts,
Make it absolutely toxic to any one with a nut allergy around
And then delicately bite into it
My jaw locking from how damn good it is
Such a simple food, such nostalgia that it brings with it
It really takes one back, you know, back to the simpler aspects of life
Sure, the simpler times too.. the times your parents would buy you the little Nutella packs with the breadsticks, or make you one of those toasts when youโre feeling down
But even now, when we look out the window and see the world outside of us. The trees, the sky, the road. All the people and living things that surround us. Everyone in their own world, their own bubble.
Like little ants, they never stop. Until they do, like those people with nut allergies who were around you earlier. They are still around, on the ground, unmoving, but they seem to have moved on with their lives.
How peaceful it must be. To sit around and do nothing for once. Just admire the present, reminisce the past, and hope for the future. All the meanwhile chewing on a Nutella toast.
Itโs like lavender fields on a cool fresh spring evening, a little cottage right next to it. Children laughing and playing along a riverbed, skipping rocks and splashing water. They tell secrets and stories.
Stories worthy of being told by a fire place. The raging fire warming up their little fingers with the songs of cicadas in the background. Telling of their dreams, their hopes, their wishes. And of their nightmares, their curses, and woes.
They write their story, as it defines them. They share their story, as it shows them. They are experiences, in one way or another. Warning tales of lessons life has taught them, tales passed down from those before them.
It is up to them to keep this little game of telephone going. The world is on their shoulders, the people look up to them as the future. They will grow and inherit the lands they were raised in, whether lush or barren.
It is up to them to create and build upon it. It is up to them to ensure that when children run about their garden, they will feel like having a Nutella toast. One just like your own mother, father, guardian made it. Or one you made yourself, with your own spirit inside; perhaps the ones of those who raised you simply didnโt taste good, mightโve been the bread.
One that fills them with the safe joys of childhood. Protected, worshiped. Giggling and laughing side by side. One that makes you smile just as much seeing the fruit of your field.
Eventually, the cycle will go on and on. Maybe, those children will make your Nutella toast, remembering the way you prepared it. Or Maybe they decide they donโt like bread. Maybe they end up being allergic to nuts, in which case itโs a lost cause.
Either way, the key to Nutella toast, or any toast for that matter, is in the secret ingredient.
The love, the joy, and the memories.
Having a Nutella toast is sitting by window. Itโs watching the world go by and basking in its presence. Itโs caring about all the little ants that wander around, and knowing how to get rid of people with nut allergies.
Itโs admiring the present, reminiscing the past, and hoping for the future.
What I would do for a Nutella toast rn. I might just get banned from my local grocery..
@the-martyrfication-of-the-matron you were already tagged, I just think you should get me a Nutella toast after youโre done with the quiz.
@sunflowerrosy , @sequedasol , @ghosts-gal I think yโall should also try the quiz, it was fun!
