Do you like cockroaches? I know that people eat them in parts of the world, even here in the continental United States. In fact, according to filmmaker Justin Fornal, the middle of a roasted cockroach is “creamy like tiramisu” once you get “past the crunch.” And my engineering friend Meredith told me that once, on a trip to rural China, she was served a HUGE PLATTER OF BOILED COCKROACHES and urged to take the biggest, juiciest ones, since she was the guest of honor.
I ate a chocolate-covered cricket one time, but the cricket was deep fried and crispy, and you couldn’t even tell that it was in the chocolate. And as for roaches, for most of my life I’ve tended to run screaming from them.
Here’s an example. A friend of mine, who often posts inspirational messages on Facebook, wrote: “”Most fears cannot withstand the test of careful scrutiny and analysis. When we expose our fears to the light of thoughtful examination they usually just evaporate. – Jack Canfield”
And I thought for a moment, and felt inspired to write this:
“I bet, though? That Jack Canfield never saw the size of the roaches that lived in the Foxfire Apt. complex in Tempe, one of which once forced me to hide in my bathroom for 45 minutes because I COULD HEAR IT WALKING AROUND ON MY DRESSER, and because of which I was consequently late to work. True story.”
And also this:
“It didn’t evaporate. I had to get brave and spray an entire can of Raid behind my Ikea futon and make my boyfriend remove it later on. Fun times.”
So what you can see from MY posts, apart from the fact that I’m a disrespectful smart-ass, is that I REALLY DON’T LIKE ROACHES.
You may be wondering why roaches are on my mind right now, and it’s a reasonable question. I was sitting in the local Paradise Bakery having coffee, and thinking about what to write in this very blog post, when a gigantic roach started running around and scared a lady sitting by in a window table with friends.
An affable, friendly busboy came with a broom and dustpan, looking for it, joking with the people who looked up. One man pointed from his laptop: “There! At the base of that table!” –But it wasn’t; it was already long-gone, or recently-gone, but anyway: GONE, and the careful tilting up of three adjacent tables likewise revealed nothing. So now, somewhat paranoid about my bare-sandaled toes under MY table, I kept checking the ground, because MY table was rather close to the original Table O’ Suspicion.
And THAT made me think about some of my memorable Roach Experiences. My best friend from college, Jennifer T. (who is now a doctor in NYC) and I used to love going out for Chinese near Columbia U, and we had a favorite restaurant on B’way. One time we had to alert the waiter to the fact that a half-dead roach was squashed to the side of a plate of noodle-crisps and duck sauce, legs still wriggling. The waiter didn’t hesitate; he whipped off his waist-towel and wiped the roach to the floor, then put the bowl back onto our table with a smile. (We asked for and got a new bowl, but both suspected he’d just gone back into the kitchen and came back out with the very same bowl.) We ate it anyway and came back another time, because, hey, no big deal, not really…and it WAS our fave Chinese place!
And then there was the time in Rocky Point with my sister Erica, my BFF Lisa, and some other friends, when roaches literally AS BIG AS CATS were all over in her friend’s beach-front house, in the patio and in the bathroom and on the flat roof where we had to sleep to beat the heat, skittering around here and there, and we all just HAD TO DEAL because there was no other option. Well, we were also drunk, and that helped me to deal, definitely, because otherwise I might have needed to have a heart attack. [During one drinking game we had to tell Two Truths and One Lie and see if people could guess the lie, and my sister Erica came out of the bathroom and said: "Ok, my turn. In the bathroom are two big roaches as long as my hand. They are eating a third, dead roach and they are not afraid of me. I stepped on them." And as it was obvious that sentence #3 was the only lie, because clearly she did not want to ruin her cool sandals with the squishy tiramisu-guts of these colossal creatures, we all laughed like hyenas, and then we drank some more.]
And roaches showed themselves at a funeral in Nogales, Mexico. The funeral parlor was in a busy area; the streets were hot, dirty, polluted. I stayed with my daughter in the long, narrow front room instead of in the room with coffins and pews. When I went to check out the tray of pan dulces by the window, I saw a medium-sized bold roach walking under and over the pastries. The plate soon emptied; other guests – in an air of general complacence (just the way it is?) did not comment, complain, or even seem to notice. Later on I saw two more roaches in there, and another one investigating the sugar bowl for coffee.
I did not, myself, bring attention to the roaches by exclaiming or commenting or even trying to kill them (which would have been a moderately noticeable production) and might have messed up some pastries. This was due to a general respect for the situation and the way of life, like: Hey, so roaches are all over here, and people just DEAL with it; there are bigger issues to squeal over, and anyway, who am I to be too good for some Roach-Pastry? What am I, some Big Fart From Chicago? Not that people LOVE roaches on the pastries, they just — ignored them…and, it turned out, so could I. At least on the outside.
So…roaches. Whether you eat them, eat despite them, or run from them, they are all around us. Perhaps I can make up my own inspirational quote using my roach experiences: “ ”
OK, no, I can’t do that. But what I DO know is that I’ve become braver over the years, and more capable of saying: “Roach on my pastry? Aaah – no big deal. Roach on the side of the bowl? Sure, just wipe it off.” Maybe it’s a way of recognizing that there are bigger issues in life to be afraid of, better places to expend energy, and that some fears CAN be made invisible if you look at them head-on and suddenly find that you are completely able to handle them, and with grace, too.
So – I hope you can all go out and squash the roaches that are stuck to YOUR pastry or running around under YOUR table. Be brave! Be bold! I’m trying it, too.
Although I’m not sure I’ll ever look at tiramisu quite the same way again.
If you’re reading this to get a letter for the Pixels & Co. Blog Hop, thanks for making it to the end. Whew! You ARE patient.
This is the kit, Piccadilly, that you’re going to get for FREE once you obtain all of your letters to use as the coupon code.You need to go through all of the blogs in order to get all 20 letters/numbers to get the full coupon code, which needs to be entered at checkout. My letter is P.
- Jennifer – P <———– THIS IS ME!
- Ya Yeah
Once again, my letter is:
Now that you’ve got my letter, please proceed to the next blog to keep collecting. Next is Sabrina’s Creations -Sabrina at her blog.
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Simply Tiffany Studios
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Jennifer Valencia Photography
Kelleigh Ratzlaff Designs
Dawn by Design
Wild Blueberry Ink
Mye De Leon
Ya Yeah Designs
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Thanks for reading! I hope I gave you a smile, and maybe the desire for a sweet Italian dessert. (Which may be as close as your very own backyard!)