Mmmm, dessert! A flaky, cinnamon-flecked pear tart, dusted with weaver and queen ants. Although the queen ants were a little large, I enjoyed the airy, thread-like weaver ants, whose tiny little legs, when eaten collectively, reminded me of Chinese pork floss.
Would I sign up for a dinner dedicated solely to bugs anytime soon? Probably not. But I was shocked how, by the middle of the meal, I'd become (almost) completely desensitized to the idea of consuming ants, larvae, and beetles. Had I turned crazy? Perhaps. A little more open-minded? Definitely.