Snails for Dinner?
I was about to prepare broccoli last night, when I discovered a live snail on it. It had been in the refrigerator overnight, and yet it was still alive and well. It had even done a little bit of its dirty business right on the broccoli. I found it gross, but M said this proved that the vegetables we get are fresh and come straight from the farmers. Well, he is right, but… yuck. I washed it thoroughly and then steaming does kill everything. Then I took little snail downstairs and placed it on a plant. That was my good deed for the week.
The electrician was here yesterday as well, as there are a number of things to fix around the flat. I consider myself very useful with things around the house such as hammering, putting furniture together, drilling, and the like. But I find electricity very intimidating. Perhaps it was too many electric shocks as a child (yes, I did know you are not supposed to touch plugs with wet hands nor pull on wires, but some things have to be learned the hard way). I watched intriguingly as he installed a ceiling light. I would have been afraid to go near the wires. To make it more interesting, there was no light in the room so I had to aim a steady light onto it, or perhaps risk his electrocution.
I did learn that in Malta they do not put light switches inside the bathroom. Now that this was pointed out, in retrospect I do realise that every house I have been to has their bathroom light switches outside the door. It seems a little excessively cautious. Many other countries have light switches inside the bathroom and I have never heard of any problems. I can also envision many older siblings turning the lights off as a way to torment younger siblings in the middle of a shower. Poor Maltese youngsters.
