Or whelks, caught, bought and eaten within 24 hours. Drop into boiling water and depending upon size, boil for 20 minutes (because no-one likes to eat the mucoid end of an under-cooked bulot). Refresh in cold water and serve immediately with crunchy bread rolls and shivering dollops of golden mayonnaise.
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Interesting. . . from a boring American perspective!
Amalee, you never fail to astound me! Someone else on the planet who adores whelks!
I assume you are on holiday in Normandy? If so, have a calva and think of me, salivating decorously.
St Malo, actually! Although if I'm really honest I'd much rather be on holiday in Cora. I love this supermarket so much, and its restaurant, that I often wonder if I could apply to work there over the summer... ahh happy days...
(And the calvados is especially good)
Amalee
Their shells are very pretty; I love the shape. I've read about roasting and eating whelks on the beach in an old English novel...now I know what the author was speaking of.
I LOVE bulot! The first time I tried it was at a truck stop in France. Fantastic stuff!
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