Tuesday, June 2, 2009
With a little garlic please
With just a little history lesson, we know that the Germans had a great affinity for things French. And that's my girl, my German with the beard and the innocent face.
Who has taken a liking to a little snail-crunch for breakfast. She nips them off the retainer wall, off the fountain edge, off the brick walkway.
And the sound of the grit in her giant schnauzer-size chompers gives H-Mom the shudders.
It's bad enough to inadvertantly step on them, after a rain, but to actually hear their death-by-canines is blood curdling.
H-Mom is so grossed out. And a bit concerned, seeing as they are uncooked and au natural. Salmonella? Worms? Pesticides? They just can't be good.
So now H-Mom and Madison are both watching for the snails, with different agendas: Madison is quite a sneak at the smorgasbord.