Oops, I swallowed a fish

Another day and another adventure in foods. Harry created yet another masterpiece of a meal and surprised me with it as I sat in the communal area. My experience with our last meal told me not to argue… just smile and accept the gift.  Harry lifts a piece of ‘something’ out of a platter of boiling liquid and places it on my plate, then places another on his own plate. As I waited for him to sit and relax, the smells were tempting me to start in without him. I did, but only to peak under the Spinach enough to realize that this was not chicken, pork, or beef. I wasn’t sure, but I thought it was fish… I hate fish!

I was just hoping not to look like an asshole so I scooped up a small chunk on my fork and squeezed it pat my protesting lips. My eyes rolled back and my whole body relaxed against the backrest of the chair. I asked, “Is this fish?” and Harry responded with an affirmative. I looked at him and said, “I hate fish” and stuck another fork full in my mouth before giving him a double thumbs-up sign. It was the last thing I said until every bit of fish was removed from the plate and gently placed in my stomach.

I don’t know what this guy does, but he is the only person that has made fish (Flounder) edible to me. Not only edible, but oh-my-god-this-is-so-F’n-good good. I worked off my debt to him this afternoon by helping (3 hours of manual labor) him move 3000lbs of cargo into his storage container next door.