Nutella is my crack. I like to run laps just so I can eat Nutella. I’m a slave to the hazelnut. So, when I was eating Nutella out of the jar with a butter knife, shamelessly the other day, I noticed something. Take a look. Do you see it? No, it’s not the fact that I hoard Nutella jars like a crackhead. One of the jars, I bought in an American grocery store, made for the American market and one ...








