The food temptings
London is doing the chilly thing.
It snowed today and there is a bitingly cold wind whipping down the Euston Road. With amazing timing the boiler in my hotel has gone kaput so there’s no hot water or heating at the moment.
Waily, Waily! It’s frigging freezing.
I am sitting wrapped up in my bed quilt. I do not want a salad. This is when the little devil within starts whispering calorific temptations into my frozen ear.
I want steaming hot chocolate in a big chunky earthenware mug
And chips. Triple cooked chips sprinkled with sea salt. With a pot of garlic mayo for dunking
And slabs of bubbling, browned grilled cheese
And sweet rice pudding baked with cream, cardamom and nutmeg
And a pony. Oops sorry, that just slipped in…