Occasionally life takes odd turns and you just have to be accepting of it.
Today, while having lunch, somebody approached Anna and I, offering fried grasshoppers for sale. We were both erming and aahing about how to politely decline, when he offered free tasters. You have to admire his confidence in his product, and he was right! They were delicious, oily and oniony. My only criticism, which I suppose is more a criticism of grasshoppers than the chef’s skills, is that for quite a while afterwards you have to dig bits of exoskeleton out of your teeth. Most unpleasant.