EXPAT FOODIE: WILD FOR WORMS

by missfootloose on July 23, 2010 · 11 comments

in adventure, Africa, customs, Expat foodie, Food

Have you ever eaten worms? While living the expat life in Ghana, West Africa, I once accompanied my husband on a short business trip to Harare, Zimbabwe. (The bad times were brewing, but had not yet fully developed.) Having done my research, I was eager for the culinary adventure of eating mopane worms, which are considered a delicacy all over southern Africa. The photo here shows you some beautiful specimens, and yes, they’re actually caterpillars, not worms.

Here’s the story, a repost from some years ago.

Wild for Worms

In great attempts it is glorious even to fail.  — Cassius Longinus

I had planned to eat worms tonight, but instead I’m facing a hamburger and fries. I am not amused.

Having traveled thousands of miles across the African continent I have arrived in a country with the exotic and lyrical name of Zimbabwe, land of the fabled Shona chiefs. And now see me sit here in a restaurant called the Silver Spur, decorated with images of an American Indian chief in full feather regalia – on the wall, on the menus and on the place mats. Faux Tiffany stained glass lampshades dangle from the ceiling. Our waiter is a handsome black kid wearing jeans and a black T-shirt sporting, yes, an Indian chief. “My name is Steve and I am your waiter tonight,” he told us cheerily.

The menu offers no worms, but there are steaks and hamburgers and ‘surf and turf’ and a Tex-Mex dish and more familiar foods. And let me not forget the salad bar.

I’m here with three men: GD (my spouse) and two other American consultants with whom he’ll be working on a project proposal. One has flown down from Washington, the other up from Johannesburg. We discussed dinner plans earlier, but the men were not interested in worms. They wanted steak, red-blooded Americans that they are.

I pointed out that mopane worms have three times as much protein as beef.

They gave me a look. You can imagine what kind.

I gave up.

We eat and drink beer. The men talk about the project that has brought them to Harare, and about economics and politics. I think of worms while chewing my hamburger.

Mopane worms, also called madora or macimbi are not worms at all, but caterpillars that make their home in the mopane trees. Sun-dried and stewed, they’re considered a delicacy and who am I to disagree if I have not tried them? Even just one? Just so I can gross out my family and friends with my tale of gastronomic daring.

MOPANE WORMS FOR DINNER
Photo by Wayne Thompson/cc

But it is not to be tonight. Here I am in exotic Zimbabwe, at the Silver Spur, eating a hamburger served by Steve. It’s enough to make me want to cry.

GD, being a good guy, squeezes my hand and promises me that tomorrow we will try and find worms.

From our hotel room the next day, famous guidebook in hand, I make my phone calls. The book says mopane worms are served in the Komba Hari restaurant in – I kid you not – the Sheraton Hotel. I call the number, but nobody answers. I double check the numbers in the phone book to see if I have the correct ones. I do. I call several times and nobody answers.

We’ll just go there and see.

After my man arrives back from a day of meetings, we get in a taxi and head for the Sheraton, which offers several restaurants, one of them a Japanese eatery. Through the glass windows we see the customers seated around the U-shaped tables and the cook standing in the middle doing his fast and fancy cooking show on the grill in front of the hungry eaters. We’ve come to the end of the hall to another restaurant, which we take to be the one we are looking for. An elegant Zimbabwean hostess at the entrance smiles at us and invites us in. It looks very ritzy. Everything gleams and glitters and wonderful aromas permeate the air.

“Do you serve worms?” I ask.

She stares at me.

“Mopane worms,” I elaborate.

She frowns. “We have a buffet,” she says, gesturing at the tables laden with food.

“African food?” I ask hopefully and she looks puzzled now. I tell her that the famous guidebook says that the Komba Hari serves local delicacies such as pumpkin leaves, sadza, kapenta, and mopane worms.

She points at the Japanese restaurant next door. “That is the Komba Hari,” she informs us.

“That is Japanese,” my man states.

“Yes,” she says.

GD and I look at each other. So much for the famous guidebook.

We thank the elegant Zimbabwean lady and get out of there. There are no worms at the Sheraton.

The doorman gets us a taxi. “To the Ramambo Lodge,” GD tells the driver. “In the BB building.”

The Ramambo is our back-up restaurant, this one from the Lonely Planet. It offers wild game dishes featuring eland, crocodile, ostrich, warthog and more. So we do have a very exciting dinner, but still no mopane worms.

MOPANE WORMS FOR SALE
Photo © Chris Morgan Used by permission

The next day, our last in Zimbabwe, I am cruising through the Harare suburbs in a taxi, having a look how middle class Zimbabweans live. They do fine. Nice houses, clean, wide streets. Like suburban America with walls and gates added.  (Allow me to remind you that the bad times have not arrived yet.)

On one of the streets I see several cardboard boxes stacked up in the shade of a big tree. WORMS FOR SALE reads a big handwritten sign.

Worms!

I turn to the taxi driver and point at the boxes. “Are these for eating?” I ask.

He gives me a blank look. “No,” says he, “they’re for fishing.”

Clearly, I’m not going to have my mopane worms this time around.

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NOTE: In case you’re interested, here’s a recipe for succulent mopane worms.

Do you have any fun or bizarre food stories? I’m hungy and I’m not squeamish. Okay, a little.

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MaryWitzl July 23, 2010 at 9:36 am

I have a lot of respect for you, pursuing edible worms. Personally, I’d be a little nervous about those little spurs of theirs and all the bristles. My father was good friends with a man who was trying to develop and promote powdered insects as a means of supplying protein to hungry people in developing nations. I’ve heard all sorts of things about the little spurs on insect legs and their effect on the human digestive system.

Fried grasshoppers are crunchy and tasted very much like the rancid oil they were fried in. I guarantee you, I didn’t eat them intentionally.

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Madame DeFarge July 23, 2010 at 6:00 pm

This is too much! I can’t even look at these pictures, they’re too awful. Pretty up to a point, but I really can’t do worms!

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GutsyWriter July 25, 2010 at 12:01 am

I read your story in the Female Nomads and Friends book and loved it, especially your opening sentence. Another great hook from Miss Footloose. All the photos make it even more vivid.

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Mara July 26, 2010 at 5:27 am

So, did you ever taste the worms/caterpillars? And if so, what did they taste like?

I think I had worms once. I must have been about two or three though and it was a life one. Still alive today, so it can’t have been all bad…

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Lady Fi July 26, 2010 at 6:31 am

I’m squeamish and nowadays, vegetarian. I have eaten all sorts of things like snake, sea cucumber and rat (which the restaurant tried to pass off as fish) in China.

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Aysegul July 26, 2010 at 8:11 am

Well, hello again…I was wondering what you have been up to??? Very many happy posts on your new place and I made the necessary arrangements on my blog so it updates regularly…

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missfootloose July 30, 2010 at 8:36 am

@ MaryWitzl: I just wanted to try one, you know, for the experience 😉 and I figured if thousands of people enjoyed them and survived, I probably would too.

@ Martyr Mom: Thank you for that story! My present abode has woods for a backyard and they’re full of squirrels… Thanks for the recipes link. And now I know what to do with a skinned squirrel tail . . .

@ Madame DeFarge: I promise you I won’t feed you worms if ever you come to dinner!

@ GutsyWriter: Thank you! Do you like worms?

@ Mara: In the end, no, I never did have my mopane worms, but I did have a story, so not all was lost. I’m still hoping to get back to southern Africa one day. Thanks for the laugh. Good, fresh protein, that worm. Ah, the adventurous spirit of two-year-olds!

@ LadyFi: China is the land of opportunity for adventurous eaters! You were brave!

@ Aysegul: Glad you’re back! I had lots of trouble during my move from Blogger to WordPress and lost many subscribers at one point.

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James June 1, 2011 at 9:13 pm

Miss Footloose,
What a nickname, but I love it anyway. Thanks for sharing your adventures that took you to my beloved country-Zimbabwe. I live in the US now, but grew up in rural Zimbabwe and did not leave the country until after college. I just wanted to let you know that the Mopane worms are so good it does not make sense. Let me explain. The reason why they are good is because they always give the same consistency of taste without one being a Chef. The recipe is very simple. It just needs salt and heat and one is good to go. Even with all my westernization I still consider Mopane worms one of the greatest things that I could have for eating. Most people get cripped out because of cultural differences. One has to grow up eating them or else they may be grossed out. IT is the same thing like here in the States. People eat pig ears and frogs. The average Zimbabwean would not eat a frog unless at gun point, so it is just cultural relativism.
However, your article made very interesting reading and thanks for sharing.

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missfootloose June 2, 2011 at 12:26 pm

Thank you so much for your message! I enjoyed reading about your love for mopane worms and if I ever get back to Zimbabwe or a neighboring country I’ll try and find them to try. Of course it is important to know that the mopane worms are not just tasty, but very nutritious too. All over the world people grow up eating food that is considered strange in other parts. You like what you’re used, as you said so well. Maybe you can start a business importing dried mopane worms to the US!

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Annabel Candy, Get In the Hot Spot November 26, 2013 at 12:27 am

You’re hilarious!

They renamed the Sheraton the Rainbow Towers and the lunch buffet is full of traditional foods including Mopane Worms! I stayed there last month and saw it with my own eyes. I even have a photo to prove it and I’ve updated my blog post to include them – thank you so much for the great idea 🙂
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