And lo—the unfold earlier than me was actually one thing to behold. Air-fried cicadas! Cicadas coated in vegan chocolate! Skewers of grilled cicadas licked by charcoal flames! Roasted cicadas, rolling round a lasagna tray like gumballs on the earth’s most quarter-starved dispenser! To the left had been all of the condiments you could possibly ever ask for: Barbecue sauce, cocktail sauce, malt vinegar, ketchup, Italian dressing, spicy cashew dressing, Soyaki, and extra.
Air-fried felt like a secure place to start out, particularly as soon as I observed the flurry of Previous Bay seasoning being sprinkled onto every batch. I grabbed a set of two on a toothpick, declining the additional roll in much more Previous Bay (I’m at work right here). The cicadas, as soon as pale, had been now golden and browned, their signature eyes turned black from