Mussels & more muscles

Last week I went to a tapas restaurant for a going away dinner for a friend of mine who is going to Iraq (we are praying for you Andy). My girlfriend and I ordered steamed mussels. I don't remember ordering an order of reject steamed mussels, but that's apparently how the staff interpreted it. One of my mussels was actually attached to another mussel by a rubberband-like stringy thingy. I wasn't sure if they were conjoined mussels or were caught while in the act of "doing it." Either way I didn't consume them. But they consumed me, at least me brain for a while. To this day (6 days later) the anomaly still baffles me. I am hoping it wasn't siamese mussels--I almost took them home to put them on ebay!!

I also was served a baby mussel. I did take him home. He is in my freezer. I'm not sure why. He is cute. He hasn't grown much yet.

I have more muscles than I did last year, or at least bigger ones. Take that!!