I enjoy escargot, especially when properly seasoned and lying in a bed of garlic and butter. However, the other day, my neighbor asked if I would like some. I said, "sure!" He then pointed to a very large covered terracotta planter, walked over, and took the lid off. Eeeks - horror - when I saw all the garden snails. I had think twice about whether this was a joke - knowing very well he and his wife are quite adventurous and eccentric. I gave a nervous smile and kindly declined - I used the excuse that I am eight months pregnant and perhaps should not indulge. I think he was kidding.