Dedi's Great Culinary Adventure

OK, this is Dedi, I just need to add a bit about my adventure. One of the days we had ventured to Murano which is the island of glassblowers. We had ventured up and down many a canal, in and out glass blower exhibitions as well as one museum of glass. We were hungry and decided to take a chance with a recommendation of "It's OK."
While we were ordering, I was remembering the sumptuous pasta with mussels I had had the days before. The only seafood I could make out was Pasta Noir with Cuttlefish Ink. When I look at the Italian, I thought the ink was some latin term for how it was prepared. Also I had that nagging voice in the back of my mind, "What have I heard about cuttlefish?" Maybe it is a delicacy. Perhaps to some, but all I remember is my pasta had black sewer scum all over it . "Oh now I get it, the ink really means INK." And now three days after this frightful experience I google cuttle fish, and guess what, "It is not a fish."