It’s Time for You to Start Bugging Out on Your Menu

I’ll never forget the first time I was faced with a mound of chapulines. It wasn’t in the wild, but in a small, dark mezcal bar in Mexico City. I blame the food writer friend I was visiting, who took it upon herself to order the local delicacy (knowing I’d never do it on my own). After some serious taunting from her and a side of Oaxacan cheese to seal the deal, I popped...