Mussel Killers

Angela and I have a confession to make.  "Yes, we are mussel murderers!"  There, our conscience is now clear.  It all started on a warm spring night.  We were hungry and mussels were sitting on the kitchen counter looking so tempting and tantalizing.  We took a bottle of white wine brought it to a boil (don't worry church folks, all the alcohol cooked out) in a pot along with 3 tablespoons of garlic, 4 stripes of fried bacon diced and 2 pinches of salt.  We let this sauce reduce for 20 minutes.  We took the poor innocent mussels to the sink and gave them one last rinse.  Angela and I looked at each other and knew that one of us had to do the dirty work of throwing these poor creatures into the pot of boiling liquid.  It turns out that Angela is so much braver than I.  We thanked the mussels for their sacrifice and then she threw them in the pot.  We put the lid on quickly and we both walked away.  We spoke no more about our gruesome act... until 10 minutes later when the mussels were done cooking.  They looked and smelled so glorious that we had no regrets for the brutal act we had just committed.  So Yummy!