Maggie, the beloved stepdaughter, watches in horror as I put a mouthful in and start crunching away.
Chapulines, roasted grasshoppers.
Why doesn’t she get it?
Chapulines are like protein packs on legs. Aztecs have crunched on them since way before they even had Tenochtitlan as a capital. I’ve had them before as well. As long as you don’t get their legs stuck between your teeth, they’re a cinch to eat, and tasty with seasonings of garlic, lime juice, and salt (and sometimes an extract of maguey worms, which give them a sour and spicy taste).
We’re in a tent in a parking lot facing a sign,