I wanted to share this harmonious duo of two of my favorite things, chocolate chip cookies and Nutella! I mean, COME ON! I’ve been dubbed “The Cookie Monster” by friends and family alike and I feel obligated to uphold the prestigious title. I love a good cookie, any cookie. However, I consider myself a purist when it comes to my FAVORITE… the ULTIMATE, the TIMELESS chocolate chip cookie. No matter how many fancy-schmancy cookies I devour, I always return to the tried and true chocolate chip cookie.

And for the second half of this duo… Nutella, I love everything about the velvety smooth, slightly nutty, spreadable chocolatey goodness. Ferrero SpA, more commonly known as Ferrero Group, is an Italian manufacturer of branded chocolate and confectionery products, and the second biggest chocolate producer and confectionery company in the world, so their perfect execution of Nutella, touted as “The best Hazelnut spread IN THE WORLD!” comes as no surprise. Others have tried and, frankly, others have failed.

Okay, so how did I come up with this impeccable combination? Well… dessert stuffed with dessert… any questions? This, ladies and gents, is what you call a no-brainer.

What a fantastic surprise to bite into “a little something sweet”, as my papa used to say, and uncover a jewel.

Biting into one of these cookies reminds me of those TV game shows when a contestant wins a prize and the host excitedly proclaims “but wait, THERE’S MORE!”, then the contestant quickly turns to discover they have also won a new car! Can you imagine their excitement? I genuinely hope you feel the same about these cookies. Let’s get into it!

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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.