Snails
You’ve become acquainted with Jorge & Angélica before (see “Córdoba). They’ve kind of taken us under their wings and are teaching us about Granada and Spain. Last night we met at 8:30 for coffee (decaffeinated for Judi) then went on a night tour of the Albaycín, the old Moorish quarter of Granada. Jorge had gone to school there, and knows a lot about it. Since it was nighttime, we didn’t take pictures until we stopped for supper – at about 11:00.
This open-air restaurant featured snails. Now, these aren’t the kind you get out of the sea. They either grow wild in out-of-the-way places in the country, or they are raised on “snail farms.” (If the price of soybeans goes back down, maybe some of you farmers can try snails!)
Anyway, this is the sort of thing you don’t want to look much at what you’re eating. Instead of digging out the squishy meat with a toothpick, I found it more appetizing to kind of suck out the juice, then the meat usually came out with it. The juice the snails were cooked in was kind of peppery with laurel (or so the ladies said) and quite tasty. As you can see, we did quite a number on the snails (except for Jorge).
The rest of the meal you can kind of figure out except in the bottom right dish, the main part of it is some sort of squid. If you’d ask me which one I liked best, snails or squid, I'd say French Fries! Actually the snails were not too bad. At least we have another option where we can take our visitors!
Since the buses had stopped running at 11:30, we walked back down to town, stopping to take this picture of the Alhambra.
We got back home at 1:45 a.m. Why not? It’s much cooler then, anyway.