A few years ago, I took a cooking class with my mom and sister. One of the items we made were mussels. I have always loved mussels but was intimidated at the thought of making them at home. When I made them during the cooking class, I realized it wasn't all that hard. I vowed to cook them again at home sometime. And I really meant to. But as it happens, life always seemed to be too hectic and I defaulted to something quicker and easier. Then, one weekend, I was at the grocery story and I saw mussels. Why not? I picked them up, got a loaf of good crusty bread and a nice bottle of sauvignon blanc. After all, if I didn't have a partner to spoil me anymore, I might as well spoil myself. I checked out a few different recipes and was quickly reminded how incredibly easy it was to make mussels. And did I mention delicious? Making something special for myself felt good. I got to enjoy the act of cooking as well as the end product. I could still cook. I could still appreciate a good meal and a glass of wine. How much more did I really need right now?
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