Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

We'll have to amend this to be "Seven Things I Really Enjoy" since guilt, by and large, is something that in my world happens to other people.

1. Coffee. Not just any coffee. If you can buy it pre-ground in a can at eye level in the grocery store, you might as well grab a shovelful of dirt and filter that. I like good coffee. Roasterie, Joe's, Raven's Brew, freshly ground, never flavored, just sugar and, sometimes, milk, sometimes whiskey. Cappuccino, latté, Brazilian, Thai, Iranian, Italian, espresso, French-press, Korean drip, I love it all. The only exception to this is African coffees, like Ethiopian Yirgacheffe: they tend to taste of grass and wildebeest poop.

2. Meat. I'm a deeply committed, unapologetic carnivore, though I've gotten more refined in my tastes as I've aged. When I was a kid, I'd eat any animal flesh you put in front of me no matter how it was prepared, now I like it with a bit of finesse. I've had beef, chicken, pork, alligator, elk, buffalo, goose, turkey, duck, ostrich, lamb, goat, fish of all kinds, shrimp, lobster, crab, mussels (though I don't care for them), oysters both raw and cooked, clams, rabbit, squirrel.  If it's not on the list it's only because I've not had the opportunity. I like my steaks medium rare, with salt and pepper, served with caramelized onions and pecans. No steak sauce, certainly not ketchup.

3. Female beauty. If you catch me staring, don't be offended. I am indeed probably undressing you in my mind, but in most cases it is appreciative, not lascivious. 

4. Clean sheets. Few physical feelings compare to a freshly showered me climbing into bed between clean sheets.

5. Hell's Kitchen; Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares - now supplanted by Robert Irvine's Restaurant: Impossible; Worst Cooks in America; Chopped. Seeing a trend here? Oh, and Lie To Me. Love watching Tim Roth chew scenery. And House. I just have a thing for sociopaths. They're like family.

6. Guitar music, played well and beautifully, with skill, finesse and ease. Andy McKee, Andy Irvine, Doyle Dykes, Al Petteway, and of course, my mentor Frank Blair. I know a few guitar players who sound great, but who are painful to watch, wrenching beauty from the strings with only the greatest of effort. The hands must be relaxed, flowing like water over the instrument's neck, as a spring shower caresses the neck of a beautiful woman.... *ahem* Right. Okay. Moving on.

7. My wife's baking. Those of you who have been to Osage already know the many pleasures to be had when my wife gets her hands on quality flours, baking powder, and cocoa. 

Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

We'll have to amend this to be "Seven Things I Really Enjoy" since guilt, by and large, is something that in my world happens to other people.

1. Coffee. Not just any coffee. If you can buy it pre-ground in a can at eye level in the grocery store, you might as well grab a shovelful of dirt and filter that. I like good coffee. Roasterie, Joe's, Raven's Brew, freshly ground, never flavored, just sugar and, sometimes, milk, sometimes whiskey. Cappuccino, latté, Brazilian, Thai, Iranian, Italian, espresso, French-press, Korean drip, I love it all. The only exception to this is African coffees, like Ethiopian Yirgacheffe: they tend to taste of grass and wildebeest poop.

2. Meat. I'm a deeply committed, unapologetic carnivore, though I've gotten more refined in my tastes as I've aged. When I was a kid, I'd eat any animal flesh you put in front of me no matter how it was prepared, now I like it with a bit of finesse. I've had beef, chicken, pork, alligator, elk, buffalo, goose, turkey, duck, ostrich, lamb, goat, fish of all kinds, shrimp, lobster, crab, mussels (though I don't care for them), oysters both raw and cooked, clams, rabbit, squirrel.  If it's not on the list it's only because I've not had the opportunity. I like my steaks medium rare, with salt and pepper, served with caramelized onions and pecans. No steak sauce, certainly not ketchup.

3. Female beauty. If you catch me staring, don't be offended. I am indeed probably undressing you in my mind, but in most cases it is appreciative, not lascivious. 

4. Clean sheets. Few physical feelings compare to a freshly showered me climbing into bed between clean sheets.

5. Hell's Kitchen; Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares - now supplanted by Robert Irvine's Restaurant: Impossible; Worst Cooks in America; Chopped. Seeing a trend here? Oh, and Lie To Me. Love watching Tim Roth chew scenery. And House. I just have a thing for sociopaths. They're like family.

6. Guitar music, played well and beautifully, with skill, finesse and ease. Andy McKee, Andy Irvine, Doyle Dykes, Al Petteway, and of course, my mentor Frank Blair. I know a few guitar players who sound great, but who are painful to watch, wrenching beauty from the strings with only the greatest of effort. The hands must be relaxed, flowing like water over the instrument's neck, as a spring shower caresses the neck of a beautiful woman.... *ahem* Right. Okay. Moving on.

7. My wife's baking. Those of you who have been to Osage already know the many pleasures to be had when my wife gets her hands on quality flours, baking powder, and cocoa.