I sent the oddest text message of my life the other day. It read: ‘Great party. I think I left a white pot of ants on your wine fridge. Could you bring it to the wedding?’
These giant edible ants were a Christmas present from a friend. We ate them in the very late stages of said wedding celebration. A most unusual drunk nosh-up. They were bloody delicious. Bacony. The fourth kind of insect I’ve eaten. Is that weird?
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