Our assault on snails continues. Only days after I crunched one beneath my bare foot, our local café featured them as their plate of the day. So…here are the snails before our depredations:
Notice that many of them are sticking out of the shell — those are the best ones, because they’re the easiest to eat. You just put the shell to your mouth and suck. Foop! Down the gullet. The harder ones take a little prying with a toothpick, but after a bit of practice, this can be a fast maneuver, too.
Here’s the aftermath: a bowl full of empty shells, and the broth begging to have fresh bread dipped into it.
My wife informs me that there’s a bit of class prejudice regarding snails. They’re considered the “poor person’s seafood,” and some folks won’t be seen eating them. Their loss, I say. Besides, I feel rather gleeful while eating snails. These are the creatures that eat my veranda plants, so it seems only fair that I eat them in turn.