Brought Jaime to the French Stall last night. I ordered a tray of Escargots and wanted her to try, but she wouldn't, not even the tiniest bite. "It's better than it looks, try it, if you don't like it, spit it out," I attempt to persuade. "There are some things in life, I'd rather pass on," she says, "Like slimy creatures in shells and smelly durians." At least that's 50% we have in common. I have never tried Singapore's national fruit either and I am not planning to. Does that make me less of a Singaporean?