I Love Mussels

I really do. Maybe because they are the only shellfish I can eat without choking to death (allergic to basically every other shellfish). But, summer is over. So, thus, is mussels/shellfish season.

They are a tasty treat in a not-so-tasty outer shell. I learned about the shell the hardway when I was an impetuous 10 year old. I remember this one this one Far Side cartoon that explains it all. There are these two polar bears, and one is chewing sitting next to this igloo with a huge bite taken out of the top. The one chewing says to the other, "You know what I love about these, Sid. They're crunchy on the outside, chewy in the middle." You know what I'm saying?

I am fine when I look into one and there is just meat, no pearl or anything. If there were, I'd eat it too, because I am always looking for ways to boost my self-worth.

But, should you believe me? I was in a negotiation today (part of my work involves lots of negotiations), and the guy on the other side said, "I think you're being insincere."

I was mad. For a second. Then, I said, "That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a negotiation in, like forever. Give me a hug."

Or did I? And if I did, did I mean it? More importantly, I really do like mussels.