I spent most of today reading and watching the pups wrestle each other.  The only real work I did was when it came to dinnertime.

     I made one of DH’s favorite meals, leg of lamb with all the trimmings.  He’d never had this meal before he began to date me.  In fact many of his favorite meals he discovered at my family dinner table.  This guy often managed to show up at our house in time to obtain a dinner invitation.  He loved my grandmother and mother’s cooking.

     Now his mother wasn’t a bad cook, she had some things that she made very well.  She just didn’t offer the variety of meals that we got at my home.  DH fell in love with all sorts of foods he’d never had at home.  My family enjoyed introducing him to a new world of cuisine.

     DH was daring and willing to try anything we offered.  Later, I was to discover that he’d have dinner at home and then another dinner at our place.  His parents had dinner at four and my family didn’t have dinner until six thirty.  No wonder he had such perfect timing.  He was no fool and he sure did love to eat.  He still does.