A beguilingly presented, but ultimately disturbing report, describes
the burgeoning activity of a firm that manufactures meals consisting of
ground-up insects (with spices added, to keep you from throwing up):
This company is located in that capital of world
cuisine, France.
(This gives a whole new connotation to the celebrated Hôtel
Grillon of Paris, whose menu soon may feature “Grillons grillés à la mode de
Bangui”. A new entree as well, for the "paleo diet".)
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| Best with ketchup ... |
The presenters joked somewhat nervously about all this,
adding that, after all, our planet already has so-and-so-many billions of
mouths (most of them well outside
Europe though increasingly craning their necks in that direction) with billions
more on the way. So that
demographically, the thing starts to look, not far-fetched, but inevitable.
And suddenly we are swept by the horror of it, worse by far
than simply Hannibal ante portas -- vast broiling locust-swarms, rolling
towards the boreal, and bringing with them their own cuisine.
The criquets pélerins
foretokening the criquets migratoires …
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