Whole wheat penne with pesto, made from our homegrown basil.
Fun fact: when I was little, I called it "Peeny" pasta, which my mother found endlessly entertaining. Almost as entertaining as repeating this to all the boyfriends I ever brought home.
And in the amount of time it took us to finish our small salads and large pastas (maybe 15 minutes; we're fast eaters), I received no less than 6 mosquito bites.
Dan got away scot-free (I totally had to look up how to spell that correctly, fun fact #2). I don't think we'll be dining al fresco again anytime soon.