A bowl of mussels has seen me through a lot. It's what I order when I'm eating alone and just want to sit quietly with my book and a glass of wine for an hour. I've eaten them with friends, all our hands reaching toward the bowl as we laugh and talk. I've used the dish to set new friends at ease. I ate mussels the night before a big job interview and had another bowl in celebration when I got the offer a few weeks later. And once after a particularly heart-wrenching break-up, I ate a bowl of mussels nearly every day for a month before I was able to pull myself together and move on.
Lobsters aren't quite so scary anymore, and now I'll eat all the scallops off of my plate and yours, too. But for sheer comfort and belly-rubbing satisfaction, there's no replacing a bowl of mussels. No matter what, I'll always come back to mussels.