ya ya - ate worms - not a Scot - ya ya

So I ate worms. It was a bet. And a bet is a bet. But tougher than I expected. In the past all I had to do was wave a spade in the direction of my garden and worms abounded. But once they know your eating them its a different game. A lot of rummaging through the rain filled sod as it were. But finally I have worms. So to purge them of dirt you let them spend 12 hours in damp cornflour. Fine. Yvonne lends (gives possibly) me cornflour. Worms are left to roam. I come home from work to find the cornflour has set into a solid block, imprisoning the worms. A good rinse free's them. Boy do they wriggle. But after 12 hours imprisoned in concrete so would I. They still looked happy as I dropped them into boiling water.
I'm a wimp. I hate killing things. I'm no veggie, if other people do the dirty work I have no qualms. I just don't - you know, like killing things. I'm a wimp. Still, boiled the crap out of the worms. Forced Gaz to eat one (no point owning a dwarf otherwise) and when he wasn't sick I took them to the pub. And we ate. Congats to Me, Gaz, H, Denis and Becky. (actually, Becky got a tase for them & we had to restrain her.) Unfortunately, the pictures of worm cooking did not come out. But there are a few of worm eating.




The one I ate was very gritty & very bitter. Not a pleasant experience. I can't see them becoming a regular part of my diet.