I had my first boiled silkworm pupae. I've passed many stalls on the street deferring my first encounter to another day, the distinct aroma unsettling my confidence.

Well here they were in a dish in a cozy restaurant, ready to eat, free of charge, without the smell in the air.

I ate just one. It had a crunch like an undercooked kidney bean, a similar mealy texture and I might have decided I enjoy them when halfway through it turned sour and astringent.

Maybe they're better fried?