A week ago last night, we were sitting at the counter at Les Cocottes, and last night we enjoyed those memories over steaming bowls of curried mussels. (And I’ve not forgotten that I owe you a few more details about that trip.) We had spent our Saturday consumed with many domestic activities and errands, and I wanted our dinner to be easy and quick but more special than a weeknight dinner. Flipping open my now page-stained Around My French Table, I quickly zeroed in on Dorie Greenspan’s recipe for curried mussels. I also discovered that the Paris establishment, Horse’s Tavern, that inspired this recipe, was right around the corner from the hotel in which we stayed! Quel dommage! Adding it to our list.
This was the girls’ first experience and it was most successful. Not knowing what they were missing, the girls were quite content to sop up the cream-fortified curried broth with a piece of bread rather the crispy pile of salty frites that should have accompanied the dish. I was less accepting, but kept my complaints to myself. Expressing her surprise that dinner was ready so quickly, Anna remarked that she didn’t know why people go to fast-food restaurants when they can make such good food at home. Michael Pollan would be so pleased (as, of course, was this mother.)