In which we talk sin again

First, my apologies for not posting on Saturday, but it was my darling husband's birthday and I took the day off completely to spoil him rotten. (And let me just say tender prayers on bended knees in gratitude for the fact that we are finally the same age again. Three months of him referring to me as his cougar and growling are quite enough.) Anyway, it was a delightful day, particularly as it's his last full day off for almost two weeks--I tell him he is a victim of his own success at this point.

But I digress, and today we are supposed to be musing on one of the deadly sins and I choose gluttony. (The ice cream cake and prosecco naturally suggested it.) Gluttony is perhaps the least attractive of the deadly sins--although I imagine one could make an argument against any of them. But how far must one go to cross the line from gourmet to gourmand? (I'm referring to the older usage of the word of course.) When does something cease to be merely pleasurable and become regrettable? Is one cookie acceptable, but four to be deplored? Can one feel virtuous after three cheese enchiladas with red chile gravy, but not six? (No, really, I'm asking. My daughter made cookies from my extremely secret recipe for luxurious double chocolate shortbread cookies and I've already had two. I suspect a third will be had, against its will, with a cup of Lapsang Souchong.)

I don't have much of a sweet tooth, in spite of the cookie incident--these are VERY good cookies, but I do have a weakness for yeast rolls and white potatoes and Tex-Mex cooked with lard. I resist, but when I crave, it's for these things. And I wonder--what tempts YOUR inner glutton out to play?