I know it sounds like an amuse-bouche you might get served up at a Heston Blumenthal restaurant (the Devon Home Cook would never offer such a filthsome outrage in a porcelain espresso cup), but it is actually something snails do.
I didn’t know that snails could do such a thing until yesterday, when I found one busily foaming away when I was out in the garden. Note: I do not say I was garden-ing, merely that I was garden-in.
I thought it was dying what with all the apparent dissolving that seemed to be going on, and I had a guilty conscience having already accidentally squashed one with my thumb underneath the rim of my black bucket – henceforth known as the bucket of death. Further research reveals that the foamed snail was probably just deterring predators or an acid attack… Well good luck to it.
Sadly, I did definitely squish the other’s snail shell so I am hoping it just slimed off to carry on life as slug. Don’t tell me any different thanks. I couldn’t live with the guilt.