Forgive me, Father, for I have dined; a luxurious feast of twice-roasted potatoes seasoned with parsley. A deep, rich pie, glazed with milk, the filling (vegetarian, of course) creamy: a mix of Quorn, cheese and leek, making the mouth water and the stomach growl for more. Lightly steamed, moreish broccoli, seasoned with generous helpings of salt... all topped with thick, enchanting gravy.
And the coup de grâce, to indulge a sinful stomach.
Not quite a full Eton mess. But oh, so decadent. Meringue topped with vanilla yoghurt and cream, with a generous spoonful of sugary jam to complete the spectacle.
I am truly sinful.
And they wonder why I'm overweight.