Yes, after five months in France, it was time for an appointment with l’escargot. Although I am a vegetarian, an opportunity like this couldn’t be missed. I was a bit apprehensive at first, but warmed up to the idea once I saw how fun it was to remove the snails from their sturdy shells. The process involved a special snail clamp and a long, skinny fork.
The taste? Not bad. Not particularly pleasing to my American pallette, but they lacked the intense odor I had expected. They reminded me of clams and oysters, but a bit chewier and without the fishy smell.
Chantal and Gerard, my host parents, were very pleased to have their American eat his first plate of snails. I wonder if they will ever cook up some grenouilles (frogs legs)?