Yesterday I came home after helping a neighbor raise his antenna tower to find my son and daughter huddled on the lawn over a plastic cup.
It was Sunday.
"Dad, we caught a grasshopper and he's perfect for eatin!" -says my son.
both he and my daughter were excited about this.
The back story was that they came running into the house to get a cup from Kendal who said "go outside until your dad gets home because I'm not cooking up any grasshoppers!"
So they did. I saw the grasshopper and said "son, your catch, your kill" and handed him a knife.
I honestly thought at this point he'd chicken out. But no he says
"first you cut off the head, then pull off the legs, then the wings then you skin it and fry it up"
So I let him do that very thing, and he did too.
So I, thinking he'd still chicken out, followed suit, we went inside, skinned it, and then I fried it in a pan.
Cut it into 3 pieces and him, Syd and myself all ate grasshopper.
I'm not sure we did it right, but we did it Calvin's way.
You know people have told me they taste like peanuts... but to me honestly it tasted like grass.
I am not sure we prepared the meal the right way.
So now, if folks ask me what the most exotic thing I've eaten while over here is...
I'm not sure what it'd be, but grasshopper definitely ranks near the top.
