Today's JSVB Post shows my wife eating crickets. If this kind of thing disturbs you, don't scroll down. At least they were cooked first.
The Pacific National Exhibition, or PNE, has been reversing dwindling attendance numbers by featuring more and more outlandish thrill rides, thought-provoking exhibits, and exotic food and drink. I remember in years past the craziest thing you could buy in the park were hamburgers made from ostrich meat (verdict: good, but very lean - a healthy burger!)
This year it's the latest protein fad, yet one that may presage the apocalypse: fried crickets. You could eat a cricket burger, but we chose crickets in gravy on french fries. The gravy was thick and salty and the fries were greasy, maybe all to disguise the cricket-eating experience. Verdict: it's not all that bad, but it's not all that good, either. The little guys taste peppery and nutty, which is okay but you're going to have trouble pairing wine to that. Maybe a fresh Gewurtztraminer? The mouthfeel of crickets is a bit off-putting, a very delicate and airy crunch with just a million tiny drumsticks to get stuck in your teeth. They are their own toothpicks.
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