Squid INk

My phone rang and Pete's on the other end going, tee hee hee hee tee hee hee hee, which is how you laugh when you're in public by yourself and something is really funny. He's sitting at a restaurant in Manilla and he's just finished eating the recommended pasta dish with squid ink. tee heee tee hee teeheeee heee he's getting all breathy on the phone with the hilarity of what I'm still in the dark about.

'so I orders the pasta with squid ink' hahahahahhaa 'and I'm eating it real fast cause I'm real hungry' another breathy laugh, 'when I notice that my hands are stained black from the squid ink'. gulp, haw haw haw, he lets rip. 'And I've been splashing it everywhere you know? how you suck spaghetti up through your lips and it splatters?"

His lovely white country road shirt flashes before my eyes, 'oh NO! tell me you haven't ruined a good shirt?!'.

'na' says Pete 'got an old t-shirt on, BUT' more laughter ensues, 'I took a photo of my face with my phone to see how much squid ink was on it and I'm covered in black flecks all up my cheeks!', hahhahahahaha 'and my lips are black! and my teeth are black' HAHAHHAHAHA

He goes on to tell me how he's been sitting there the last 10 minutes, surreptitiously dipping his serviette in his water and scrubbing furiously at the black ink on his face whenever no ones looking. HA.

He reckons it's the old locals gag. What do you recommend? oh definitely the squid ink pasta, a delicacy.

Ah husband, you do make me laugh.