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06 November 2007 @ 11:53 am
What are you going to hell for?  
I know exactly what I'm going to hell for: gluttony.

As I type this, it is 11am and I am already tucking into the sandwiches I brought for lunch (really strong vintage cheddar with avocado, cherry tomatoes and spinach and just a dash of mayonnaise on granary bread). Yesterday I was overjoyed to discover that Pret have already started doing those yummy Christmas sandwiches they do with turkey and cranberry and stuff. The thing that I am most going to miss about being in warmer climes for Christmas this year is missing out on a bit phat roast dinner and tucking into all the chocolates my mum's students give her every year. The first thing that I am likely to do on arrival in Mexico is to sample some local delicacies. Stephen and I are talking about going on a long weekend to Segovia next spring, partly for the glorious architecture and to practise our language skills, but mostly to stuff our faces with cochinillo and chorizo al vino and to go to Dia to buy a suitcase full of jamon de serrano and chorizo and olive oil - all those delicious things that cost a fortune in England. I have started a facebook group entitled, "The Chip Butty Appreciation Society". When I was a small child, my parents used to bribe me to do things I didn't want to do with jaffa cakes. I have been known to hallucinate about sushi.

What are you going to hell for?
Hannah: green fairycymruangel on November 7th, 2007 09:52 am (UTC)
Mainly of men (although it's not lust... or at least not purely lust, because that's not all I want them for!) but also of other things like shoes, and cars, and the ability to ballroom dance.
And maybe a wee bit of jealousy too.

So actually I'm probably going to hell for a whole cocktail of reasons.