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Snails for Breakfast

By K.C. Compton


Tags: K.C. Compton, snails, Farm to Market Bread Co., blackberries, fresh peaches, ,

I spent about 15 minutes in the orchard this morning, picking my breakfast. The blackberry bushes still are exuberant with fruit and OMIGOSH!!!, the peach trees actually have a few tiny, ripe, perfect peaches coyily beckoning from under their sexy, frond-like leaves. One sashay through all that richness and my day's fruit requirements were well met, though I picked up an early-ripening Lodi apple for good measure. Then, though I sort of hate going into the hen house (stinky, noisy, and what is that stuff on the bottom of my flip-flop?), I took a deep breath, dodged in and found a couple of eggs so fresh the hen was still cussin' as I shut the door and briskly walked away.

I try not to be a baby about those chickens, but I have to admit, they creep me out. When I lived here on the farm a few years ago, there were fewer chickens and they seemed sweet and manageable. Now, I worry that they might one day just have had it with all this egg-thievery and there go my eyes, pecked out by a perturbed hen.

Blackberry breakfastStill, my piracy was effective and I whisked the eggs away while I still had my sight, back to the house where I made this breakfast.

The only thing I didn't pick up on my morning ramble was the fabulous Grains Galore bread from the Farm to Market Bread Co. in Kansas City, so full of whole-grain goodness, it's like eating baked bird seed. OK, it's much better than that, but nutritionally pretty similar. Best regular day-to-day bread I've found so far.

 

Loch Ness-y and ickyAs I sat down with an anticipatory sigh to enjoy this wholesome repast, I smooth freaked out. Something huge and weird was crawling across my way-cool outdoor rug!

Something huge and icky and Loch Ness-y and ... wai-i-t a minute. Crawling slo-o-o-owly across the rug, crawling snail-like across the ... a-HA!

 

 

Cute SnailThat was no Kansas Nessie, creeping back to our pond. It was only a wee little snail, viewed from a rare vantage point as it slid across my sliding glass door. I have now had the privilege of seeing a sidewalk's eye view of a snail – cute in a bizarre, slimy sort of way. 

 

I don't think I could face a plate of buttery, garlicky escargot at 6 in the morning, but this version of snails for breakfast suits me just fine.

jnemec
8/1/2008 4:01:12 PM

My dog responds well to the "Sirius, it's too early, go lay down" command. :) Though I'm sure I'm attributing way too much to his doggie thought processes, it sure *seems* like he's got walking into my bedroom and jingling his tags very loudly down to a science. :) Jenn


kc
8/1/2008 3:33:00 PM

I actually enjoy escargot cooked in sufficient quantities of butter and garlic and preceded by a large glass of white wine. However, I wouldn't put them at the top of my list of breakfast foods. Bob Dog, CP and the Ace of Kittens like my new habit of foraging for breakfast. They think it's a really good move to go for a walk immediately after arising. In fact, they want me to get up even earlier to get started. This morning it was 5:10 a.m. I wish animals had snooze buttons. --KC


lori
8/1/2008 11:03:02 AM

K.C., I love this story! There is something very rewarding about going out and collecting your next meal fresh from the garden, bush, tree... wherever it may be coming from. I also heard myself giggling out loud as I read about the chickens! As far as the snails go, I don't care if they are considered a delicacy somewhere, there is NO WAY I could eat them! I know it's a psych thing but I can't help it! I think it's the slime!