March 24, 2020
My earliest memory is of standing next to my Italian grandmother as she stirred a big pot of boiling water. I was 3. [I watched as] She was pushing the snails that were trying to escape back down into the water.
I remember that she had a little corral for them in the yard and she fed them lettuce to clean them out.
I did as I was told that day 65 years ago. I ate my pasta and I remember that the one snail I ate was very chewy.
I have not eaten another since that day.
Submitted by Susan Buettner