So I have a 9-ear old boy - it's like having a perpetually renewing edition of Calvin and Hobbes as a live-in guest (nobody in their right mind would actually sign up for this). Jesse and I have just finished our evening ritual of reading before lights out and the book we concluded tonight was entitles Beetles, Lightly Toasted - a little midwestern ditty about a bunch of fourth graders who are in a creative writing contest.
Andy, the protagonist, wins with an essay on how to enhance your diet and save on grocery bills by using beetles, grubs and worms in cooking, the title coming from his use of toasted beeltes in brownies as nuts. Jesse is enthralled and tomorrow we will no doubt be looking up recipes that we will try here at Chez Girrell. Oh yum! But far be it from me to stifle his creativity and investigative mind!
Now the only problem with all of this is that Jesse is certain that the only insects that are kosher are locusts and they are pretty rare around these parts in February. So we have to look further into some kosher websites to get clearance on grubs and beetles. (I might explain that another element of the joy of my life is that I am married to a Jew and therefore am bringing up our son in both traditions, the bulk of which right now is formal Hebrew schooling).
See it's a lot easier to be a Christian. First of all we have John the Baptist who ate that kind of stuff (but we all know he was a few bricks shy of a load anyway). But there was that dream that God tells the (oh heck who was it Peter or Paul who was about to have dinner the next day with the Roman centurian) writer to sit and eat all of these unclean things. So there it is right there in the good book for all to read, that you can eat lobster and bugs cuz God made 'em.
Then again maybe I'll convert to Judaism and limit my choices to fried locusts!
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hehe, were you there the time i tried to eat a grasshopper? apparently i was pretty young - mom heard bec screaming bloody murder and came running...to find me about to shove a fisted (and fortunate) grasshopper into my mouth. i think i can very safely say that all parties involved are glad she intervened - me, bec, and the grasshopper!
but locusts? really? whatever happened to good, old fashioned cricket-lick-its and mealy pops??
oh, yea, i'm not kidding. look 'em up...but don't tell jess. ;)
come to think of it, how did i ever manage to catch the poor little bugger in the first place? toddlers certainly aren't known for their speed or dexterity... doubt i could do it again even if i tried, haha.
maybe it was [in her best karate kid impression] "beginnah luck!"
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