Escargot that we picked ourselves.
We were staying with our friends in Aix En Provence a their villa on the edge of town. It rained really hard, and half an hour after it stopped, they took us for a walk across the fields behind their house. We picked the snails off blades of grass, and when we got back to the villa, we placed them in a tub of seasoned flour that was on the stoop. They staed in there for three days, consuming the flour and ridding themselves of the icky stuff that they had consumed before being abducted by us.
On the evening of the third day, Monsieur Guillion (the man of the house) fired up the grill, and Madam Guillion, my mother and I all used small syringes to squirt a garlic butter sauce into the shells of the snails. They then got placed on the rack of the grill......you could tell when they were cooked because they popped about a foot up in the air.
They were definitely a different tasting kind of deal. Rubbery, salty.....not bad, but not the best either.
I also ate horse meat (cheveaux) whilst in France. That I didn't really care for at all. ick.
