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| We use to do this easily when he was a toddler, but he is growing too heavy and too tall, too fast. |
While strolling and playing down the shore with my little one, I stumbled upon a bunch of mussels rolling to and fro the beach with the waves. I inspected it and soon realized, the mussels were very much alive. I was so sure the shells will steam up nicely with my leftover white wine, ginger, garlic and onion. I picked the bunch up and headed towards the lifeguard chair where my son decided to climb on to. I stared at the bunch and contemplated the possibility of a free lunch care of Mother nature. I washed the bunch and fed them some cornmeal, thinking they'd spit out the sand they've acquired from all the rolling they've done on the beach. I thought they're smaller than the usual mussels you can get at market. Smaller means sweeter. I decided we'll have them for dinner instead so I could give them more time to relax in their spa of a cornmeal bath. Finally cooked them, and ooh....the aroma of ginger sweating in the white wine almost made me cry. If this dish were a success, I would be so proud of myself for foraging a meal. The moment of truth came. I tasted one mussel and yes, it was plump, sweet, and OHHH so delicious. The broth spiked with white was equally sumptuous. Unfortunately, I guess, these mussels have rolled too long from the ocean floor to the shore that it is impossible to totally get rid of the fine sand from it's folds, nooks and crannies.
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The cluster of mussels that did a lot of rolling on the sand
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| Washed and cleaned |
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| Corn grits spa |
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| Cooked in white wine, fish sauce, ginger, garlic and onion |
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| So I picked some herbs and chili leaves and... |
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| ...made chicken tinola for dinner instead |
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| Mussels were a disappointment, but we had fun! |
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