Yep, you read that correctly. I said, Pistachio. Nutella.
Or, actually, “Crema Pistacci.”
Isn’t that fun to say? Especially in an exaggerated Italian accent, over and over, to myself … I digress.
When I went to NYC in March, I stopped by Eataly, the Italian fine foods mega-market across from Madison Square Park. If you haven’t been, it’s a must.
I first visited last fall, and was captivated by — among other things — rows and rows of exotic kinds of Nutella, in every shape, size and flavor imaginable. But back then I was too overwhelmed to purchase anything. This time I just had to.