Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Crickets, crickets everywhere

...and I'm so glad I don't live in a community that eats them.

Of course, if I DID, I would, maybe with a sweet and sour sauce over rice, or just fried up and eaten like snacks you pack when you're heading down the road on a two-hour drive to the Big City and you're scared the car will break down in the middle of nowhere and you'll die from starvation but for the fact that you are prepared with crickets.

Yes, I'd eat them if we ALL ate them, but we don't so let's talk about something else:

Smoked Oysters.

Smoked oysters are great on a cracker, eaten on the porch so the smell doesn't make the "inside house people" puke, as long as the cat doesn't show up at your feet with a half-dead lizard in its mouth. Actually, the oysters are still good, but you just have to look away from that poor little face wrything in pain inside the mouth of another face.

I'm so glad my oysters are dead.

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