"What's the soup of the day?" they asked.
I told them it was asparagus, made at the tearooms using the crop grown in the village.
There were wrinkled noses.
"We don't like asparagus" she said and continued to study the menu.
Now I know some people don't like asparagus, but I also know how good our soup is. He looked at me and could, I think, sense my disappointment.
"Oh go on then," he said, "I'll have the soup."
I told him he shouldn't have it if he wasn't going to enjoy it. There were plenty of other lovely things on offer. But would he like a little taste of it just to see....
I brought him a small amount in a ramekin.
He tried it.
His wife finished it off.
They both ordered soup.
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