After a brief rain shower, Mama took Junior out for dinner.
Junior squawked frequently, fully expecting Mama to feed
him a bug she'd just plucked from the lawn.
Ignoring his protests, Mama went on her way,
hopping about the lawn, her baby following,
not realizing he was supposed to rustle up his own bugs.
The little ritual of cutting the adolescent's apron strings
seems to be the same, it's just a matter of when
the kid begins to snag his own bugs.
Ramen crickets every day, anyone?
4 comments:
Mmmm … ramen crickets!
Oh, yuch, Dive! Salt and white flour in a watered down broth. Over here they come in cellophane-wrapped pkgs about 5" x 7" x 1"
Eww! Ramen should be fresh and delicious (especially with crunchy crickets on the side). I suppose I've been kind of spoiled with the Japanese restaurants and noodle bars in Piccadilly (though they don't serve crickets, fortunately).
Eww, definitely. I will take a picture of the display the next visit I make to the grocer. A young woman at work made a pack of them her lunch, heating the bowl of dried noodles and water in the microwave. Grossed me out. I understand some people eat them dry, like candy bars.
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