photo credits go to a friend

Well. I want to be able to say that my French repertoire, of making and eating food, is complete. Last Friday, I ate a snail.

It was, of course, eaten on purpose and cooked. It wasn’t unexpected, we had planned the date in advance. I was convinced though, that I would not be able to eat it due to being only barely able to eat frog legs last year. [I truly would link the blog post from that, but I’m just feeling too lazy at the moment. Search around for February posts from last year and you should find it if you’re interested.] I guess I’ve matured, I ate it with only a slight pause {after making a friend eat hers first}. The snail had a slightly sweet flavor and a bizarre texture and I would like not to have to eat another one ever.

Essentially, I feel like I have slightly failed my French mindset and my microscopic French roots. I didn’t expect to like snails or frogs, but to feel nauseated only because I know what I ate is a rather odd feeling. I am happy with my expanded cooking skills though, I could whip up a batch of snails for a guest. I would just refuse to eat them afterwards.

May I tell you that poking canned uncooked snails is really fun though. I wouldn’t want to discourage you from trying frog legs or snails if you want, I did have a fun time. I think I just have a hard time disconnecting knowing what I’m eating from what I know it is. Was. Whatever. 😉 I just had a really strong urge to brush my teeth a ton once I got home from eating the snails. {Also, I realize I should probably be calling them “escargots”, using fancy terms and all. 🙂 }

My friends {the ones who made & ate the frog and snails with me} and I have decided that next year, instead of an even weirder food tasting, we might just go with an all desserts celebration for surviving frog and snail. Have you ever eaten anything weird?

xx