When I was five, my family took a cruise on the S.S. United States. There, I had the opportunity to try what might best be described as “odd” foods – things you don’t judge when you’re five, but might turn up your nose and squeal, “Ewww, gross!” at at twenty-five. Our waiter, José, watched me eat such delicacies as caviar, escargot, turtle soup, kangaroo tail soup, shark fin soup (I have occasionally wondered if they were all made of chicken) and asked if I really enjoyed them. I said, “No, but I love the look on the grown-ups’ faces when I order them and eat them!” I’ve never outgrown my inner five year old.
In Hawaii, I enjoy the looks of horror on some tourists’ faces when I pop those ubiquitous little Vanda orchids into my mouth and murmur, “Mmm… kind of like watermelon!” (Rind. Watermelon rind. But why spoil the fun?) If I’m reasonably sure it can’t kill me, rot my brain, or dissolve my innards, I’ll try just about anything once.
Why not insects? And just so I can say that I’ve knocked one item off my #bucketlist this month, I’ve ordered some. I’ll let you know how it goes, once I’ve had a chance to try them out. They’re not cheap (and you’d think – common as they are – they would be), but here’s a link you can use – if you like them – to get $10 off (and supposedly, I’ll get $10, as well – but note that this is not good on the little four-bar sampler pack):
If I could only get @Mitch_M to try them… I could die happy.