As the farm share winds down, so does our ability to make dinner. Tonight was a Plum Pomidor kind of night.
I ordered the grilled octopus salad special and we had the calamari tagliatelle as well as Jen's favorite penne with ricotta.
After dinner we accidentally watched some of that new show, Don't Forget The Lyrics, which might have been one of the worst things that's ever happened to me in my life.
By the way: Don't Forget The Lyrics? C'mon, guys!
Personally I would have named the show One Way Crap Ticket to Assville.