This is a story about cicadas and how they taste...
Early this afternoon Shy, Andy Lamperski, Charlie, and myself headed off to the woods for some good cicada hunting, armed with a bucket and a few twigs.
A lot of cicada nymphs had already emerged from the ground this morning, but a few hung around until the afternoon near the surface of their holes and just kind of chilled. Our task was basically to inspect as many holes as we could and, if we were lucky, to pull out a grub and toss it in the bucket. I'd say about 95% of the holes were vacant.
When we had collected around 20 cicadas, we (sans Charlie - he had to go to Home Depot) brought them back to Andy's place and washed and boiled them before sauteing them in butter and garlic. We served them on a bed of fresh spinach.
Honestly, they were good. None of the oozing intestinal crap you might expect from bugs. These things were meaty in a shrimpy sort of way and carried a distinct nutty flavor. They were so fun to eat that we're going back tomorrow morning for more.
For those of you who still aren't convinced (the vast majority, I suppose), let me remind you that you happily eat
bee vomit... so why not eat the whole bug? Cicadas, crabs, lobsters and crawfish are all in the same Arthropod phylum. Or, to make the same point diffently, cicadas are essentially the shrimp of the sky. Any fundamental difference between the two species is just a figment of your culture, which I urge you to shed. Trust me, your taste buds will thank you.