World Nutella Day In Review

The 5th February was World Nutella Day. Due to my over indulgence in celebrating this marvelous day, I’ve been laying low trying to recover from my Nutella induced diabetic like coma so this post is a couple of days late. I ate so much of it that even Rob, who before has witnessed me devour a 500g jar in an afternoon (NEAT, none of this pansy toast dilution), warned me I might die if I ate any more. Amateur.

You see, the other day when I was helping my nine-year old with her homework, my hand slipped onto the laptop mouse pad that was sitting next to me and accidentally clicked onto the twitter button.

And there, like a beacon, right in front of me was THE tweet of all tweets. One of those once in a lifetime occurrences that changes your life. The sweet tweet if you will.

Because of my Nutella addiction I seem to attract fellow Nutella lovers and my twitter stream is full of them. But not all of them bearing Nutella gifts, like Cassie from The Flying Drunken Monkey. You can check her out here.

She tweeted God’s own Nutella recipe. Alright so I made that bit up. But if God did have a Nutella recipe that he nicked from his Granny then this would be it. And I smelt it through the internets!

People who know me well will find it highly amusing that I’m about to blog a cake recipe because baking just ain’t my thing. Firstly it makes mess and secondly Tesco don’t have a kick arse bakery section in their supermarket for me to waste time bothering to make stuff myself.

In saying that though I’m not sure if it actually qualifies as baking at all, for this delicious recipe goes in ye olde microwave. Cha-ching! BRILLIANT. They don’t call me Nigella for nothing.

NUTELLA MUG CAKE

In your biggest coffee mug mix:

4 tablespoons self-raising flour
4 tablespoons sugar
1 egg
3 tablespoons cocoa powder
3 tablespoons Nutella (next time I’m making it 5)
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons vegetable oil (I used olive because I’m so healthy, obviously)

Once all your zero nutrient ingredients are together in a cup, stir the crap out of it until there’s no lumps and then whack it in the microwave and zap for a minute and a half.

After it’s cooked, don’t bother sitting down at the table with a plate to try to hide the fact you just made a cake in the microwave, just stand next to it and eat while mentally calculating how many days you won’t be able to eat for to make up for it.

You’re welcome. Enjoy your diabetic coma.