Moules and frites

I have always loved mussels. I have a really vivid memory of a holiday in France when I was little. We collected vast quantities of mussels off the rocks at the beach, then my mum was shown how to cook them by the owners of the villa we stayed in.  I can remember being slightly perturbed by the fact that there were other little creatures that had unfortunately ended up in the pan too.
Let me say now,  I haven't been scrubbing and preparing live mussels this evening. These are the variety that you buy in a sealed pack and heat in a pan or a microwave. Hence this is a meal idea not a recipe.  I remember the first time Rachel tried mussels, she was only about four years old. I had made them for Steve and I thinking that there was no way Rachel would eat them. She ended up demanding a bowl for herself. It took James a little while to follow suit, but now he really likes them too. I found the sauce on these ones tonight a wee bit artificial and there is nothing like fresh mussels, but they made a really nice change.