We are driving home from Perth with the doglets on the back seat, when we took the opportunity to call in at the Dardanup Butchering Company to see if we could get some roo for the dogs.
While there, I bought some other meat and hopped back into the car with two bags of all sorts of meat (sorry Dave). Now the dogs are drooling, thinking they hit the mother load for dinner.That got me thinking of a good chat piece.
While stopping for a drink on the way home, at our usual half way stop, I saw a lovely, big doughnut, thick with chocolate icing that took great strength to resist because I was imagining how delicious it would be in my mouth.
At the ripe old age of 65 (say what?), my weaknesses are (after sunset) chocolate and pretty much any nice food. I can go all day, no problem, but after dark, sweet carbs call to me. I can’t have them in the house. I would steal them from a baby.
I have a greater weakness; kids and grandkids but it’s probably not quite the same as those other things that cause us great delight and great temptation. It’s an endorphin thing.
What are your Archilles heel; those things that get you drooling? Sunshine and the beach are my mood lifter. And the bush at certain times of the year. Those I can enjoy without doing a next-day damage assessment.