guilty pleasures

My wife went shopping with her sister today leaving me to my own devices.

So, I decided to take Dexter on a South Wales road trip.  My wife asked before leaving if I’d like her to make me a sandwich for lunch.  Now my wife’s sandwiches are delicious and incredibly healthy so naturally......I declined.  I told her I’d sort myself out and get something on the hop.

Now, a road trip to me mean road trip food, i.e. a packet of wine gums, a bottle of 7-up and a lunch stop at a roadside catering van for an incredibly tasty cheeseburger with fried onions (of course).  Oh, and treats for Dexter.

Our “on the go” luncheon was quite simply superb.  And we dined at God’s dining table - overlooking one of the finest views this country (well, anywhere really) has to offer.

Would I exchange that for a falafel and hummus wrap finished with a pomegranate jam and washed down with freshly drawn mineral water?

Erm. 

No. 

Absolutely not!

God's dining room