Years ago, I told an Australian that I had never before eaten Vegemite. She told me that I had to try it. It was salty and weird and kinda gross. Trying it didn’t detract from my life a great deal. It didn’t change my life.

Nutella was different. We had a nutella discussion during break and my Roman coworker sold us on the idea of trying it. He was less insistent than the Australian. He didn’t have a special reserve of nutella to push onto the naive whenever they revealed themselves in the same way that Australians seem to with regard to Vegemite.

My life will be divided into two parts, pre-nutella and post-nutella. It’s just that good.