I’m not going to lie. I’ve eaten several ants in my life. One of the highest ant-to-food ratios happened on Ometepe Island in Nicaragua where Mike and I stopped into a little beach-side cafe and ordered a bowl of vegetarian lentil soup. There were nearly as many tiny ants floating around in that bowl as there were lentils. Mike tried to pick the out. I didn’t bother. They were really hard to grab and I knew I wasn’t going to get them all, so down the hatch they went.
I had forgotten about this completely.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, a friend and I went to the Audubon Butterfly Garden and Insectarium — a.k.a the Bug Museum — here in New Orleans. There are some really beautiful beetle displays.
And the insects had all decorated for the holidays, apparently.
It wasn’t until we were in the cafe and my friend decided to man up and eat a fruit fly cake that I remembered just how many bugs I’ve knowingly eaten.
In fact, we’ve all eaten plenty of bugs without knowing it. Yes, you too. You know meal worms? The wriggly things people buy as bait? You know why they’re called meal worms? Because they get into the meal we use to make food. They get in, eat, hang out, play Xbox, listen to Jim Croce or whatever else meal worms do, and make more meal worms. And then we go on to process that meal into cereals and cakes and all sorts of stuff. For example, your canned sweet corn is only considered to be contaminated after the aggregate length of insects or insect parts (larvae, cast skins, larval or cast skin fragments) exceeds 12 mm in 24 pounds.
We’re already eating bugs. All. The. Time. So what’s the harm in eating a few more wax worms and crickets? After all, they come in these delightful flavors:
So I went with the Cinnamon Bug Crunch.
And there you have it. I’m eating bugs. On purpose.