The first meal I ever cooked for Charlie (nearly 7 years ago!!) was mussels in red sauce.
He never remembered this part, mind you. But only because the appetizers were so eventful.
Because I am a hopeless overachiever and show-off (in addition to romantic, of course) I decided it would be a good idea to casually shuck oysters for us. No pressure. About three bivalves in, lost in conversation and nerves, I casually stabbed myself with the shucking knife. As blood ran down my arm, I continued to act casual, smiling, laughing—oh this? Just a scratch…. Continue Reading about Spicy Succotash Mussels