If you want to sing because you have just eaten something delectable – if you want to feel like you are dining in the manner of aristocrats – if you want an absolute slurpy flavor explosion with each little bite of food, then you need to prepare and eat the mussels that I just had for lunch. Seriously. I’m getting really passionate again about my lunch but it’s completely valid.
Mussels are so good and easy to make. The strangest thing is trying to guard their little lives so much from store to home, then confirm that they’re all healthy and thriving, only to quickly extinguish those little lives in a steaming pot. I would be kind of sad about it if they weren’t so extravagantly delicious.