As it turns out, making your own escargot is not nearly the facile qctivity that one might be led to believe. After an hour or two of devoted hunting, reveling in the reverse suction schewp of the snail abdicating its partnership with the beach we arrive proudly with a full bucket. Our friends entertain the whim by throwing it over the tank for 20 minutes of simmering. When the feast arrives to the table we realize our first mistake: everything in the town is eaten with bread, everything except soup. So Brahim dives into his sewing kit and provides 4 sewing needles. This is all we need, it takes everyone 5 snails or so to realize that there is most definitely a rinsing process used by the Marrackech vendors who attract all those young slurp happy children and myself. And so, we sheepishly push the bucket aside grateful that the gifted chefs of Imsuoane know better than to trust an American chef with dinner.
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