My parents remodeled my childhood home when I was growing up. All of my dad's friends would come over and help and my mom and I cooked meals for them. One evening we made a gigantic pot of beef stew to serve. Somehow a large cricket had landed in the stew and boiled for a while. It turned bright red like a lobster. Mom and I were horrified, but we ladled the cricket out and served the stew. Needless to say, my mom and I filled up on salad and cornbread! We still laugh about "Cricket Stew."