Panha has been wanting us to try crickets and spiders here, and we’d put him off long enough. On Friday night, he found the perfect roadside stand with every variety of creepy, crawling thing you could ever wish for.
I started our family off by eating a cricket. Veasna told me not to eat the back legs because they’re too sharp, so I held onto it by the legs and bit off the rest. Wow. Crunchy. And yes, I was brushing little bits out of my teeth a couple hours later.
I was so proud of my girlies (and Gabe) who each ate a cricket too.
Whaddya think, Ava? Taste like chicken?
Nina was a little harder to convince, but she did it.
And then we moved on to the big dogs. When they first mentioned eating spiders, either Scot or Keri asked me what kind of spiders they were. I joked that they were probably tarantulas.
They were probably tarantulas.
Scot had already eaten cricket before, so he was the first to pop a 3+inch-long tarantula in his mouth. I went next.
Here goes nothing!
In all honesty, I prefer tarantula to cricket. It’s fried in some sort of teriyaki sauce and was pretty similar to beef jerky. Except for the mental hurdle of knowing you’re eating a TARANTULA.
I was so proud of Livi who also ate a tarantula (Garrett rounded out the Spider Club). Gabe and Nina said no way. And Ava cried the whole way back to the guesthouse in the tuk-tuk because she’d wanted so badly to be brave enough and wasn’t quite.
We promised Ava we’d head back before we leave so she can do the tarantula thing. Who knows? I may eat another one. Such good protein. Or maybe I’ll try snake on a stick, although even some of the locals told me it was pretty yucky.
Signing off. Our five children (Livi, Ava, Nina, Garrett, Nathan) have prepared a re-enactment of the Christmas story for us parents. It’s Christmas morning here in Cambodia. So happy to be celebrating Jesus with our beautiful new friends!!
Happy Merry Christmas to all of you!!