I have not opened the jar, I am afraid it might be bad and I wasted 20 years of my life. This will not last long and I have to figure out what to bake with my hazelnut butter. Joann lost the magazine three years in. Any suggestions?
Thursday, March 13, 2014
End of a quest
Picture it, New York, 1994, the West Village. I got a call from my mother right before leaving for home for winter break. "Elizabeth, I was looking at Christmas cookie recipes and I found one that has hazelnut butter. I can't find it, but they say it is available at any health food store. Can you look?" With these words, Joann sent me on a 20 year quest that ended last Saturday. As I found the jar, I ran the gamete of emotions: surprise, excitement, then fear and sadness. What if my hazelnut butter was goss? What amI supposed to do with my life now? Is this how Howard Carter felt? Is this damn jar cursed? My quest is over and now I need a new one.
I have not opened the jar, I am afraid it might be bad and I wasted 20 years of my life. This will not last long and I have to figure out what to bake with my hazelnut butter. Joann lost the magazine three years in. Any suggestions?
I have not opened the jar, I am afraid it might be bad and I wasted 20 years of my life. This will not last long and I have to figure out what to bake with my hazelnut butter. Joann lost the magazine three years in. Any suggestions?
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