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I don't eat mussels in restaurants unless I know the chef, or have seen, with my own eyes, how they store and hold their mussels for service. I love mussels. But, in my experience, most cooks are less than scrupulous in their handling of them. It takes only a single bad mussel, one treacherous little guy hidden among an otherwise impeccable group... If I'm hungry for mussels, I'll pick the good-looking ones out of your order.
I prefer Log Cabin to real maple syrup. I blame my upbringing on processed foods and cooking out of a box.
Sometimes when I'm shopping, I go to the candy aisle and squeeze the peanut butter M&Ms until they break.
I can't wake up without hitting the snooze button at least once. I do this though I know it always wakes my poor husband up and he can't get back to sleep. And sometimes after I've woken him I reset the alarm and go back to sleep myself.