There’s no way I could have kept up the blistering pace I set at the beginning of the month. Hopefully some more coming soon, but the wallet has taken a pounding plus I like home cooking. You don’t own me.
For reasons passing understanding, a close chum decided to bring me back some edible bugs from the US. I presume she didn’t break any laws by doing so, but I’ll give her up to the authorities first chance I get.
I’ve been reminded that my quest may require me to consume food that I’d prefer not to. I tasted some Borscht when at Malina Restaurant. Not being the biggest fan of beetroot this was a big step and extraordinarily brave, everyone agrees. I still won’t eat red cabbage though. Or testicles. You don’t own me.
So in the name of experimentation, I sampled something from each of the three packets: Cheddar Cheese Larvets, Bacon & Cheese Crick-ettes and Sour Cream & Onions Crick-ettes. It takes a twisted entrepreneurial mind to marry the artificial flavours contributing to the West’s obesity problem with food from one of your more achievable Bush Tucker trials. That’s Obama’s America for you.
In truth all were edible. Moisture would have carried flavour and the unendurable suspicion of egg sack or adbomen meat. But they were all desiccated and you couldn’t identify body parts. I didn’t suck on them to savour the flavour for fear that they’d reanimate in my mouth. But now I think about it they may just be reanimating in my stomach bag. THIS does not contribute to the Big Board, though if I start to get desperate I may attribute it to some obscure country in the Subcontinent. Like Australia.