Wednesday, February 27, 2019
We've been having clear, sunny days, relatively warm for this time of year -- although in the photo it still looks pretty wintry, doesn't it? I love those long shadows. That was on my walk to work on Monday.
I wrote about the snail haven in our garden a couple of days ago, and one of my commenters said jokingly, "Escargot!" And that got me wondering about escargot and whether one could, in fact, eat garden snails. Are they any different from the snails the French eat? (Don't worry -- I'm not about to try. I was just curious.)
I did some research and there are instructions online for eating garden snails, but it sounds like an incredibly laborious process. First you've got to "detox" the snails by feeding them fresh vegetables for a week or more, followed by a few days of fasting, before they're ready to cook up. And the cooking itself sounds pretty involved -- boiling followed by washing, followed by simmering, followed by baking. A snail is just not meant to be eaten easily. Even well-cooked escargot from a restaurant is only barely edible, in my opinion.
I think our snails are safe from predation -- by me, anyway.
I've been having some incredibly busy days at work, mostly because a lot of class projects have come to an end and kids are returning their books from February break -- so that means a lot of material needs to go back to the shelves. Not very exciting to write about, though! Plus I sent a fusillade of letters to parents whose kids have wildly overdue books -- like, from October.
I had the strangest experience early this morning. I got up about 4 a.m. to get some water and when I came back to bed, I heard the dog snoring down by Dave's feet. She doesn't usually sleep there -- she's usually in the middle of the bed -- so I pulled the covers back a bit and scratched and snuggled her head, saying, "What are you doing down here?" Then I covered her up again, walked around the bed, got in -- and there was Olga, in her usual spot. Whoa! Did she move super-fast? Is there another dog in the bed? Was I snuggling Dave's feet?