I like the idea that ignorance is bliss. I’ve lived a long life enjoying being ignorant about many things, though some things, I have embraced and am now pleased to know.
This is not about such a thing.
This falls under the heading: Things I could have lived 5 million years not knowing and died a happy woman.
While I was incapacitated with the flu (which, by the way, must be one of the fastest moving viruses ever… hard to believe I felt like death warmed over a mere 20 hours ago…) I entertained my TheraFlu drugged mind with the Discovery Channel and Animal Planet.
Over 200 channels, with OnDemand, and what did I choose to watch? A show titled Bug Brother. At the time, I guess, I was too out of it to be disgusted.
Unfortunately, retrospect doesn’t have such an advantage.
I’ve been aware of the fact that no matter how tidy we keep our homes, there are bugs in our cereal… bugs in our beds… bugs in our carpets… (feeling itchy?) Thanks to my (retired) Home Ec. teacher mother, I’ve known for years that the FDA allows for a certain amount of bugs and rodent hair in foods before taking legal action. Even the Lord allowed locusts and grasshoppers as food. (see Leviticus 11:20-23)
(you may not want to view the chart on this page then…)
But what I didn’t know was that there are real live people; civilized, educated people; people who don’t live in the Amazon jungles… who CHOOSE to eat such things larvae and termites and cockroaches. And there is a name for it: Entomophagy.
There is even a Food Insects Newsletter.
An entire newsletter.
Full of recipes.
For eating insects.
Real ones. Not the gummy kind.
Restaurants in Singapore serve larvae and scorpions and seat sell-out crowds nightly.
There are cookbooks available. And you can even order them Express Mail, if you just can’t wait a moment longer than necessary before making Chocolate Cricket Torte or Curried Termite Stew to impress your friends.
I suppose the author of The Eat-A-Bug Cookbook makes a good point when he asks what is inherently more disgusting about eating a grasshopper than say, an oyster? But the problem with that question is that I think oysters look like a wad of snot. So, I don’t eat those either.
Call me ignorant.
Call me snooty.
Call me ethnocentric.
Call me a stupid American.
But don’t call me for dinner if you are serving up any of these:
- Natural Treat (Earthworms)
- Mealworm Fried Rice
- Fried Giant Silkworm Pupae
- Slug Fritters
- Banana Worm Bread
- Chocolate Chirpie Chip Cookies
- Fried Green Tomato Hornworms
- Ant Brood Tacos (you ‘ll need to scroll down to find this tasty nugget)
- Grasshopper Goulash
- Rootworm Beetle Dip
- Stinkbug Pate
- Mealworm Spaghetti
- Leaf-footed Bug Pizza
Never, in my wildest dreams could I imagine ever cooking up anything in which the recipe calls for 1000 grasshoppers, the younger the better…