We are eating at the market in Oaxaca at a shared table with locals. We had noticed earlier that day that many vendors sell Chapolines, which are spicy roasted grasshoppers. The man next to Paula had just bought a bag from one of the many roaming vendors. Paula all of sudden asks him if they are bueno.
“Si,” he replies, and tips the bag towards her and pours out a few in front of her. The entire table stops to watch as Paula’s face, upon realizing her predicament, turns several shades of red.
Chuckles erupt as Paula stutters out ” No, no, no, gracias!”
It has little effect as everyone watches, expectantly.
“I will if you will, ” I say.
A dismayed Paula reaches with unsteady fingers…
One,
Two,
THREE!
