I know him too well :)

The other night we were invited to a friends house for dinner.  It was a dinner of MY dreams.  There was fresh tomatoes from the garden, with olive oil drizzled over them.  Then  fat slices of mozzarella lay  in between.  Butternut squash soup made of fresh squash from the local farmers market. The main ingredient:  Heavy Cream  I was in heaven………Ray not so much. 

It was a beautifully set table outside for us to dine at.  While I was washing my hands in the kitchen, I saw the host serve Ray a large cup of the squash soup.  We made eye contact through the window.  We both smiled a knowing smile that he doesn’t like the soup.  When I came back out to sit down, the host got up to get more delicious food from inside.  I quickly reached over to Ray’s cup of soup and poured it in mine.  He then put a spoon in the empty cup.  He winked at me, then the host reappeared. 

We help each other out like that.  It wasn’t easy, but I ate every bit of that creamy, delicious soup for Ray.