treating myself...

[lagilman]

Hey, if I'm going to hell as an unsaved, unloved sinner, I might as well go on a full stomach, right?


Heated the bottom of a frying pan with extra virgin olive oil, then added in two cloves of fresh sliced garlic, a handful of chopped fresh sage, a scattering of dried rosemary (oh! for fresh rosemary!) and some red pepper flakes. Bring oil to a faint simmer. Add to the mix two lamb chops (about .6 lb total, bone-in). Cooked until browned outside, pink inside, and consumed with relish, and also a glass of an inexpensive cotes du rhone white.

Nice. Very, very nice.

Thus fortified, I get to spend my evening writing copy for a surprisingly entertaining PI-with-relationship novel.

Comments

[lagilman]

Gluttony, check.
Lust, oh yeah.
Envy, only occasionally and I tend to talk myself down from it pretty fast.
Sloth, only if sleeping in when I should be exercising counts. I do love to nap.
Pride, not really an issue.
Greed, not really -- it's more of the "oooo, shiny!" sort.
Wrath, not so much; too much effort.


Damn. I'm never going to get into any of the happening parties in Hell, am I?

[logrusboy.livejournal.com]

Sloth, check. You don't have to *live* the sin, just indulge.
Greed, we can give you partial credit for.

That should be enough to get you in the door, especially considering that Lust and Gluttony are really the headliners for the best parties... ;)

[debg.livejournal.com]

Lust, yep.

Gluttony, yep.

Wrath, oh HELL yep. All about bringing the wrath.

Envy, eh.

Greed, with you on the "ooooh! Shiny!" thang.

Sloth, not an issue.

Pride, not sure what that means.

Screw 'em, we'll throw our own damned parties.