A late night snack – A bag of cockroaches, soaked in salt and chilli.
I tried one and ended up spitting out a crushed up ball of shell, guts and my own saliva.
I tried staying open to it, recognising the fact that these are in fact a delicacy in many Asian countries. When it first hit my mouth, I made sure I wasn’t basing my opinion off the fact that there was a cockroach in my mouth.
So, I chewed and chewed, waiting to make a final decision without any negative biases. After about 30 seconds, I spat it out on the side of the road.
The shell felt as though it was going to cut my throat if I let it down there. I don’t think it helped that I was directly facing a stack of rubbish bags next to a bin after a hard Friday night.
The Khmer ladies who were next to me laughed as I spat it out and I pointed to the garbage to tell them that what they were eating is found in garbage stacks like the one we were facing.
The ladies shrugged their shoulders, sipped their red wine and continued crunching.