You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Cicadas are crazy. Eating them as a desert product is crazier.
DATELINE: COLUMBIA, Mo. – Sparky’s Homemade Ice Cream in Columbia, Mo., sold out of its only batch of the insect-filled dessert within hours of its June 1 debut.
I’m vomiting just a little in my own throat thinking about this. Just hearing Cicadas awful whine makes me wince. Looking at them makes me angry. Eating them? Are you crazy?
it’s like eating cock roaches filled with sour margarine.
According to the Columbia-Missourian employees collected the cicadas in their backyards and removed most of the dead bugs’ wings. They then boiled the bugs and covered them in brown sugar and milk chocolate.
Oh well that makes it better! Sort of like eating a raisinette with a thorax.
Why not just shovel dog crap out of the back yard and sprinkle some powdered sugar on it. Call it a doggie doo funnel cake and sell it to the neighbors.
You can open up a roadside stand and sell it to country bumpkins as a geographical delicacy.
Gerry Worley, an environmental health chief with the Columbia County Department of Public Health, says the agency’s food code “doesn’t directly address cicadas” and that he has advised against their use as an ingredient.
Thanks Gerry.
Why would a health code address something so stupid as a cicada as an ingredient?
I bet your code doesn’t address motor oil in pudding, but we all know it should not be there, and if it is you shouldn’t eat it right?
I think you should let the people eat all the cicadas they want to eat. Start with my windshield. I invite all you ice cream eating freaks to come with your salivating tongues hanging out. Lick the gooey white grossness crusted on my windshield. Use your incisors and scrape the glass clean and swallow the detritus whole. Have at it Cicada Crazies.
And that is crazy.