I remember having a party at our house with my father's colleagues. They consisted of Chinese, Malay and European people. My father had asked them to bring food originating from their country.
My mother prepared Popiah and Herbal Chicken soup. I remember the Malay colleagues bringing mutton soup and mee siam and the European people bringing over escargot.
We all sat down at the dining and showed off what we had prepared. I was amazed at the sheer variety of food that was presented in front of me. I didn't even know what were escargot then. I stammered when I was asked to try one. Then, I plucked up my courage, and put one in my mouth. The taste of it was like no other, I was buttery and chewy and I was unwilling to swallow it until I was offered yet another snail. I was smiling to myself at the thought, and not to mention the sensation, I would feel with another one of those snails in my mouth again...