Thanks for the inspiration Hugmamma

There are some really interesting blogs out there, and postaday has been a good place to find them.  I read this prolific one as often as I can, and I feel as though I have known the author for years – even though we have never actually met.  I’d like to point you to this post, because it made me laugh as I remembered the story I’m about to tell you.

Food has often been a bone of contention between my DH and me.  We are a little like Jack Spratt and his wife – except I like the lean, whereas he likes the ‘fat’.  As far as I’m concerned there is nothing better than a plate of green salad, or one loaded with lots of fresh vegetables, but he would rather have a spicy mix of cream and various other exotic ingredients.  Knowing this people often buy him food for his birthday, and a while ago this happened.  He was presented with a tin (yes, a tin) of frogs legs, and another of snails…….

Unlike most other things that appear in tins, however, they needed a lot of preparation before they were edible……..

……. and guess who had to prepare them…………………?

Yes, it was me……………………..

Now I’ll be honest, I don’t remember much about the frogs legs.  It could be that I hid them at the back of the cupboard for long enough so that they could evaporate into the unknown, I really don’t remember now, but I do remember those awful snails.  First, it was the smell as the lid was removed from the tin………………….


………………………… I’m sorry about all those dots, but I needed them to get over the whiff that came from nowhere into my memory.  Oh dear, they smelled awful, just as the other post said.  Next came the cooking.  They too had to be cooked and the smell pervaded every room in the house, even those with closed doors.  Finally they had to be drained and then re-heated in the sauce of wine and cream.  No amount of wine or cream could mask the smell, and I thought I would smell it forever.  Apparently they were delicious, but I didn’t try one, and I can assure you that that experience has put me off them for the rest of my life, even though I had previously tried them.

Thanks for the memory, Hugmamma, I’ll be popping over for another visit soon.

In the meantime, here’s number 9!

5 thoughts on “Thanks for the inspiration Hugmamma

  1. It’s certainly eerie how we have several things in common, isn’t it? But I consider the connection my own “secret garden,” into which I can escape and smile to my heart’s content…like Alice in Wonderland’s cheshire cat. In fact…sometimes you and I seem more like inhabitants of Wonderland…or Oz…or wherever happily ever afters exist.

    you and me…and smelly snails…ha, ha… 🙂


  2. Hats off to you …because you actually cooked the snails! I wouldn’t have.. my husband eats stuff that I won’t have nothing to do with, but he has to take care of it himself.

    On the other hand … I would eat [but I won’t, here] this:
    I could probably get a hold of it, if I got to an IKEA store, but I don’t like it that much … it’s just part of a tradition, and I’m from the area that it originates from.


    1. LOL, I don’t think even my DH will have a try of that. I haven’t come across it before. Traditions are funny things – if we are brought up with them they just seem natural!


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