Gosh – this blog was supposed to be about another New Year passing and I get back to it and New Years is long gone as is my birthday. Trust me, older but no wiser.
We spent New Years upcountry at Meow’s family’s house. The core occupant level of four (including grandpa who’s semiconscious) expanded to thirty-three plus about twelve dogs. The din is over the top at times. It’s like a mash-up of My Greek Wedding and Groundhog Day.
Oh about those bugs. It’s a well established ritual that the fried worm, ant larva, or some other delight will be pushed forward and there you are, expectant faces waiting – what will he do”. Of course there is only one thing to do; eat it. First off to backtrack a little; it’s a “good idea to have a beer or whisky soda or something close at hand – you may need the chaser. Then you reach in with confidence and bravado and try to get only one worm to pop into your mouth. At this point your extended family has a look on their faces not dissimilar to watching a tight rope walker without a net. They are waiting to see what happens – your reaction. At this point you must be careful. Polite is good but remember “delicious” means you want more. If you can eat a little more before you can plead being full then go for it – otherwise just smile and ask for more of something to drink. Don’t worry either way, you’ve passed the test and as they say, “what don’t kill you, makes you stronger”.
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