Quote Originally Posted by TsPoet View Post
One of my biggest disappointments in myself has been that I didn't eat fried caterpillars when I had the chance. I was in Mbare Zimbabwe in 1995. It was a fascinating experience, young children kept running up to me and rubbing my skin, but when I reached out for them, they'd run away. (I'm white as white, with a tendency to flush red at any provocation).
I watched some women make bags out of milk cartons (their version of sandwich bags), and they offered me what they were snacking on like french fries - fried caterpillars. I turned them down (hopefully politely) and have always regretted it.
I did try them, when I was in Botswana. The kitchen staff used to cook them up in a bit pot with tomatoy sauce for their own dinner and brought us out a taste one day. The caterpillars themselves didn't taste of much, but felt a bit weird to eat with the prickly crunchy yet soft (because they were cooked) exterior. I never quite got around to tasting them as a dried snack. There were people selling them from huge sacks at the market and I should have had a try. Next time...