"I made chocolate chip cookies and they were great. I took them to work and they went very fast great product and very healthy. Next I will try the banana bread." - Amazon Reviewer
Imagine finding out your mom/coworker/friend/enemy made food with bug powder, and fed it to you.
I'd be pretty angry. Christ-in-the-Temple angry.
Pushing-tables-over angry.
I've often joked that the people who heat up disgusting-smelling food at work (violating laws of etiquette, human-decency, and the Universe) must logically eat crickets (assumption).
A coworker brought in a box of prepared crickets because her kids wanted her to snap a photo of me eating one. For, you see, I'm the Halloween guy, so naturally I must eat bugs. I found myself offended. And disgusted by the notion of sour cream & onion crickets.
My brother and I used to have a few tree frogs as pets in a really cool vivarium. This required the purchase of dozens of crickets over the years. So you get to know what they smell and feel like. And what squishes out of one when a sloppy frog starts to chomp one with its toothless mouth (not technically toothless, btw), similar to how Cookie Monster eats cookies. Vile and gross. Putrescent.
I hear we're one of the only nations on this planet who don't embrace the notion of consuming bugs as a food source. And I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm sure Renfield would say that I don't know what I'm missing.
Imagine eating these?
God, bacon & cheese crickets.
