I was completely unprepared for Andrew Middleton when he showed up at my front door with a bag full of crickets, which he wanted to cook for my family. This was my fault. We’d talked about Andrew coming over for a buggy dinner, but I’d messed up the scheduling, and I wasn’t expecting him for another week. Conditions were less than perfect: My wife, Beth, and I were both exhausted. Our baby had been keeping us up nights, and our 3-year-old, Josephine, was running a fever. But after a brief family huddle, we decided to go for it. The evening was already a disaster; might as well eat bugs.
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