As always, when the team goes to the slums, after we are done teaching the children, we gather for supper together. Someone from the team is dispatched to go get several dishes from a street vendor in the area. You never know what you'll end up with. Two weeks ago, it was frog bits. Today, it finally happened... a nice bag of fried crickets. I had to...
Dudes were not nearly as bad as I had feared. Now, if I am at Morton's and they offer me the choice between a 24 ounce porterhouse and fried crickets, I am going with the beef. But it is another biggie off my to-do list!
Dinner is served!
The unlucky victim.
3. Over the lips and through the gums.
Look out, tummy, here it comes!
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