Dearest deep-fried Nutella,
Why are you trying to be a spanakopita when you aren’t? You, Nutella, are lovely just the way you are. You are lovely with bananas. You are lovely plain. You are so lovely, I even did a whole Taste Test Thursday with chocolate hazelnut spread JUST FOR YOU.
I enjoyed the strawberry and banana slices that you came with, but that’s where the fun stopped.
It’s not me. It’s totally you.
The weird phyllo dough that encases you makes you way too crunchy. I wanted generous Nutella to burst forth from your sweet insides, but that didn’t happen at all. Where were the fireworks? Where’s the cow jumping over the moon? I didn’t feel a single spark at all. You, Nutella, just lay there inside your layers of phyllo dough. I could feel your disinterest.
What a huge disappointment. You were a Big Tex choice finalist this year. I was really looking forward to meeting you.
All 12 of the coupons I spent on you could’ve been used to buy Taco Bueno’s Mucho Nachos.
What a waste!
