Now imagine putting it on a taco.
This evening, myself, Mr. Fiend, and another couple, met for dinner at a lovely restaurant specializing in "modern Mexican cuisine."
Yum, you might say, and for the most part, yes. I like me some tamales, ceviche and fresh guacamole. Who doesn't? In fact, we were having a swimmingly good time, pleasant conversation, tasty margaritas. And then.
And then Mr. Fiend and another member of our party, perusing the menu, decided that they would partake in grasshopper tacos, a local specialty. Yes, a taco filled with grasshoppers. Lot of legs, thoraxes, wings, you get the picture. On a tortilla.
One might assume that eating a taco filled with grasshoppers would qualify as a fiendish activity, but one would be WRONG!
You probably aren't aware of this, but "Do not eat tacos filled with grasshoppers" is Fiend Rule #1. Until this evening, it was Fiend Rule #27, but it jumped WAY up the queue, displacing the old Fiend Rule #1, "There is something mildly menacing about horses."
After politely expressing my distaste ("ew", "nastiest thing ever", "this reflects poorly on your upbringing", etc), I shared the following opinion:
If Mr. Fiend and I were stranded on an island together with nothing to eat except for grasshoppers, I would become a cannibal and eat him instead. It seemed like a logical view, but imagine my surprise when Mr. Fiend and our table mates expressed disgust.
Seriously?! You're about to eat a taco full of grasshoppers and you find it disturbing that I would rather eat human flesh? From what I hear, it tastes like chicken. I like chicken. I don't like grasshoppers.
Am I crazy? Let's take a poll.
I would rather eat:
a) a disgusting grasshopper taco.
b) a delicious human taco.
c) meat is murder! Give me a tasty veal taco instead.
