Last weekend I went to Brussels, and I brought back a little pot of Speculoos spread. I had noble, gourmet intentions. I was going to add it to brownie batter, or use it to make fudge, or something equally deluxe and exciting.
However, my boyfriend opened the jar – innocently enough – to spread some onto his toast. He may as well have opened Pandora’s box because…well…my drawing speaks for itself:
Given the chance, I will eat things out of the jar with a spoon…
…which is why the Speculoos spread has now been moved to the highest shelf of my pantry, right at the back…next to the Nutella. (I’m not joking.)