The family lived in France from '55 til '58. Our first home was less than 100 yards from the Atlantic at high tide; our backyard was mostly a swamp. Our neighbor was a little old lady who had a livestock operation in a big wooden dresser in her yard. I will spare you the details, but her slugs with shells were enormous and when I first figured out what she was doing, I was physically ill.
In '73 I finally got drunk enough to try them and I could eat a dozen right now; they are merely a chewy vehicle for garlic, butter, parsley, and good bread. Not 100% sure I could eat 'em without some alcohol in advance though.
In '73 I finally got drunk enough to try them and I could eat a dozen right now; they are merely a chewy vehicle for garlic, butter, parsley, and good bread. Not 100% sure I could eat 'em without some alcohol in advance though.