One of the magical things about travelling outside of your home is the experience of new foods, cultures, languages, and just everyday life outside of what you know. Last week, I was lucky enough to partake in one of these experiences.
If you haven’t guessed by that brief introduction and the title of this post, it involves grasshoppers - or, perhaps more specifically, one grasshopper in particular. Now, I don’t want you to think that Ugandans eat a diet consisting of grubs and such items straight out of the Lion King. But, let’s be honest, some of these buggers (see what I did there?) are a good source of protein. So, when Aaron excitedly came home with a bag of deep-fried chilli-coated grasshoppers, my initial reaction was… no way man! This took me by surprise, as I’m quite adventurous when it comes to trying new foods – plus I’d eaten ants and cockroaches dipped in chocolate previously, so this one seemed pretty tame. But, Aaron persisted. And after a few attempts, I finally gave in. Not because he’d finally convinced me that they were most certainly a delicious snack, but because he used the most persuasive words any youngest sibling knows* – I dare you to eat it. This was then followed by I’m going to film it – which is equally as influential in my decision-making process.
So, I reluctantly agreed to this challenge. There was resistance, moments of uncertainty, ridiculously over-exaggerated squirms and faces, but overall, not a bad experience. And, lucky for you, you can see for yourself.
Would I willingly seek them out for everyday consumption? Probably not. But, it was an experience I’m glad I accepted. There’s still a number of those suckers left, and sitting patiently in a plastic container, with their beady little eyes looking innocently at me any time I take a peek. It’s potato chips only, for this girl.
-the Orange Canadian
*Aaron is not my sibling.