Snails

I had snails. I ain't never had snails before. Don't think I'll be repeating the experience. Whilst there was nothing particularly repugnant about the flavour I have to say it was all in the presentation. I was quite happily...well...gingerly would be a good word...I was gingerly picking my way through the smaller shells armed with my toothpick. Stab, grab and yank is the technique I mastered in my brief sojourn into the world of snail eating. I even acquired a glibness of hand (if that exists), but my composure was ruffled when I stabbed and grabbed and the thing positively slithered out with a bit of a plop and lay elongated and slug like in a puddle. That's when I hung up my toothpick. No more for me.

Who looked at a snail and thought 'yep, I'm gonna have me one of those, if it's good enough for the birds then it's good enough for me. Dorothy, get me ma hammer'. WHY would you want to find out something like that? You'd have to be starving hungry to go down that road wouldn't you.