Escargot

Escargot doesn't sound very appetizing.

Living in Quezon City, in the 1970s, my family used to visit our friends Uncle Ben and Auntie Dettie with their children Jojo, Joy, and then baby Julius. Jojo was very imaginative and constructed sci-fi dioramas out of shoeboxes. My brother, I, and he were playing with snails, throwing them at one another and against the fence wall. I guess that we could have made an escargot dish out them.

J. is dating P. at NYU and modeling on the side. They're planning to meet us in Paris for spring break so J. can go to some look-sees (and eat some escargot, obv.).