I have Black, Squid-Ink Spaghetti. I am so delighted about this. And tomorrow night, we're having a delayed Ides of March dinner on St. Patricks Day, watching Richard III, which has nothing to do with Julias Caesar, except that it is a wonderfully dark Shakespeare film (but not quite as messed up as Titus). So all the dates, events, countries, and food are in the wrong order.