The food options at Princeton are rather threadbare: The dining halls serve the same things day after day; Frist is simply atrocious; and the so-called eating clubs are places where I shudder to dine — but I'm happy to mooch a meal there if you care to invite me. So what's a person in this one-tiger town to do if she's looking for a gastronomic adventure? Before you shout "Go to Burger King!" let me say, "B.K. R.I.P." Thus, we are left to grovel at the feet of the administration for a tastier menu selection. So what would I place on the menu? Here's my idea: I suggest that we start serving insects. Think about it. Remember all those cicadas from last year? Well, if people would open up their minds — and stomachs — instead of viewing the swathes of cicadas as some biblical-proportion plague, one would instead see a smorgasbord of asparagus on wings (yes, they taste like asparagus). And what a delicacy they are — they only come around once every 17 years! You can also take pride, when munching on a bug, in knowing that you are helping to control the pest population. Plus, you'll never…
