Chocolate covered, when I was in double digits that began with a 1. My parents, especially mother, seemingly had no limits on what she would try and feed us.
“Roasted” grasshoppers that tasted like little bite sized pieces of charcoal. I’ve eaten worse things, but there was certainly nothing about them that would compel me to want to have them again.
If I had the opportunity, I would probably have tried one. As I did when one of my workplaces had an “ethnic” luncheon where one employee of Filipino background (whose family was in the business) brought in balut. I tried one because it might be my only chance ever, and have no desire to have it again (but I thought that slipping one onto the rack of hard boiled eggs on a bar might cure someone from drinking).
Chocolate covered, when I was in double digits that began with a 1. My parents, especially mother, seemingly had no limits on what she would try and feed us.
“Roasted” grasshoppers that tasted like little bite sized pieces of charcoal. I’ve eaten worse things, but there was certainly nothing about them that would compel me to want to have them again.
If I had the opportunity, I would probably have tried one. As I did when one of my workplaces had an “ethnic” luncheon where one employee of Filipino background (whose family was in the business) brought in balut. I tried one because it might be my only chance ever, and have no desire to have it again (but I thought that slipping one onto the rack of hard boiled eggs on a bar might cure someone from drinking).