Limpets.

Limpets are a bit of an acquired taste and a bit of a life saver taste. I am saying that because my Maternal Grand Mother Jeanne Oseray took her children during WW2 upon Sea Rocks in order for them to eat and not starve. She lost one boy but she managed to save the rest including  a couple of daughters afflicted of Meningitus.

I never met Jeanne, she passed away when my mother was only between eight or ten. However the family history is being passed down in certain behaviours or being talked about, but also remembered shown upon old black and white picture.

But the old dainted pictures do not tell how she was like as much as my Mother and my Aunties. For all I know and I know very little, she had curly red hair, green eyes, was quite a beauty and quite spirited. She worked at the launderette of my Great Aunt Clementine who partly brought her up but also as a model for the grand Magasin called Rati in Cherbourg. At that time in the 1920's and 30's, it was the top notch class to be able to purchase in Rati.

Anyhow during the war but also afterwards when the rationing was still on, she taught her children to fish upon the rocks. They had little Swiss knives and they were hopping about catching their food. And I remember my Mum teaching me how to get a Limpet from the seashore rocks, to wash it in the Sea and how to eat it. That was a pass down survival skill.

So yes, I can eat Limpets and have no problem about them whatsoever. I remember them also being referred as Chinese hats because of their shapes by my  childhood friends.