Years ago, when I was in Kyoto, Japan, on a newspaper assignment, I stayed in a traditional inn (called a ryokan) where virtually no one spoke English and my Japanese was barely functional.
The elderly woman who served as concierge somehow made it clear in stern tones that breakfast would be served at 6 a.m. Having "slept" all night on a thin futon unrolled on the floor (cold cement topped with a straw tatami mat), it was no problem waking in time; the question was whether I could even stand up. But I made it.
Breakfast was six courses served in a lacquered bento box, divided into separate sections for each course. Most of what was in them was unrecognizable, but for the most part delicious.
In one section was a little pile of glossy mahogany colored "sticks" that looked more than anything like insects. I picked up one with my chopsticks, stuck it in my mouth and crunched away. Very sweet, very sticky and pretty tasty.
It wasn`t until months after I returned that I discovered I`d eaten, among other things, candied locusts for breakfast. (I saw a can of them in a local Asian grocery.)
That`s not the strangest thing I`ve eaten, but it`s one of them.
How about y`all?