You didn’t seriously think I was done with Belgium, did you? Yes, baking Jesus-shaped Christmas bread last month was fun and all, but I hardly did it justice in my eggnog-sodden state. Plus cougnou is more of a regional speciality, and I can hardly claim to have covered this country if most of my Belgian friends haven’t even heard of it. No. I live in Brussels and was determined to do right by my adopted country. Witness, then, the fabled moules-frites (or mosselen-friet, if you’re Flemish-speaking).