PROCESS 07: Nutella

Peanut butter for winners.

At school, I was shocked and amazed to learn that French children regularly had chocolate for breakfast. Not the vague approximation of chocolate that coated my Cocopops or that whispered on the breeze alongside my Weetos, but actual, factual squares of chocolate, often in a folded piece of bread like a forbidden sandwich. Needless to say I was immediately enamoured with the strange and exotic country over the channel—a world of class and taste quite outside my range of comprehension. I went home and told my family of my findings. It was agreed that I could, occasionally, have Nutella on toast for breakfast (or whatever the supermarket equivalent might have been at that time.) Hypercool!