The American Escargot Experience... or the bad thing about being married to me

So... while we were in France and Spain it came to my attention that my husband is a HUGE escargot fan...which was not a known fact before "said" vacation. I was teasing him about the snails by mentioning all the similarities between the garden snails at home and the lovely french and spanish snails (called escargot...like it's better when said in french:))that he was enjoying. I told him I would gather up some snails at home to cook up for him AS A JOKE. So one morning my friend Heidi Vee happened to mentioned the million annoying snails in her garden. I asked her to please bring me all her snails so I could cook them up as a joke to my wonderful husband. All of you who know me well know that I am very SERIOUS about my jokes... especially when it's a good one. You should've seen how excited my kids were to get the snails cooking. Suprisingly they smelled pretty good once they were sauteeing in the garlic butter. They should've been ready for enjoying just as B got home from work, but of course, I got side tracked by an unexpected guest and they totally burned... ruining the very funny, drawn out, snail joke. So B got home, the house smelled like burnt popcorn, and the joke was on me. How does it always end up that I'm the only one who thinks I'm funny???

At least me and Heidi Vee had a good laugh out of the experience! :) Thanks Heidi (and R and Skyler).