I grew up in Communism. The central planning authority must have decreed that producing a good chocolate hazelnut spread would weaken the moral fiber of society. So none was produced. I didn't know what I had been missing till I tasted Nutella for the first time. Then I was hooked.

From an anthropological standpoint, it's interesting to note that many folks who've grown up in Communism have a similar obsession. Someone should research the root causes of this mass phenomenon. Perhaps Ferrero (the maker of Nutella) can give some grant money.

Quitting? Quitting's easy. I've done it many times...