A week or so ago, I ate the biggest juiciest plumpest most buttery garlic-tastic escargots I’ve seen or eaten in a long time. But I’m in Paris and I guess if snails are going to be tasty, they’re going to be the tastiest here.
My eyes bugged out at the sight of them sitting alongside those crunchy-soft preservative-free baguette pieces in that cute little wicker basket and I started to salivate, so I gobbled them up so fast – even before they cooled down enough and even after I noticed my tongue was slightly burned – and didn’t even get a chance to take a photo or use that whatchamacallit that you’re supposed to politely hold the shells in while you pluck out the snail meat with a tiny two-pronged fork. It’s a wonder I didn’t get a stomach ache. Or that the Etiquette Police didn’t show up. Lucky me.
Just the other day, I did it again. But this time, I lost my mind. I not only ordered les escargots again (and while tasty, they weren’t nearly as plumpified as the first ones), but I ordered soupe à l’oignon gratinée (aka French onion soup) again, a Pelforth Blonde beer (I know I said moyen but my friendly waiter brought me grande), and a Perrier I didn’t even finish [insert guilt-ridden face here]. And then (of course) I topped this sodium-infused hearty meal off with a delicious tarte tatin covered in Calvados that was then lit on fire to my pure delight. #overkill When I got up to leave, I felt the weight of my
meal behind as I pushed away from the table to get up, but gave myself a pass because, after all, one walks so much in Paris, n’est-ce pas?
And then guess what happened? I got back to my rental apartment – the one that has salmon and chicken and lettuce and tabouli in the refrigerator waiting to be prepared – and I heard a gurgle. Then another one. And then I got a stomach ache. My right ankle even got a little swollen because of the amount of sodium I
ingested inhaled. But that’s what I get. I know better too. I’m from California. We eat lettuce.
As a result of my guilt and shame (mais oui, it was worth it! although I won’t do that again), here are six of my favorite salads from past meals. It’s Throwback Thursday, right?
Here are a few more of my favorite salads. Foodspotting tells me I’m an expert. 😉
Now I’m off to
cook prep a salad in the kitchen, and yes, I’m still in Paris and there are still a few escargots out there with my name on their shells. In the meantime, here’s the salad I made for my jet-lagged husband last night. He loved it. =)