crickets for breakfast

So yesterday at around 11am Cohen calls me up and tells me that he has just recieved the 1000 frozen crickets he ordered and that we are going to cook and eat them...saturday is looking up already. I arrive to a box of crickets, American crickets from Washington state. 10 minutes later, glass of wine in one hand, pile of crickets in the other, I eat my first insect and it tastes like pumpkin seeds.

My name is liam w, welcome to our blog. The story I just told you is true and over the next few months more culinary tales of adventure, exploration, experimentation, humor and (probably) pain, will be posted here on the crock pot.
My colleagues and I have started this blog as an open journal of sorts, sharing our struggles and sucesses as urban dwelling 20 somethings trying to nourish body and mind in a quickly changing world. In lofty terms, this blog aims to be a place that adresses issues of nutrition, culinary technique, sustainability, urban life, ethics and hamburgers in a personal and informative manner. In reality, there will be weekly video posts of us cooking, eating, talking and drinking...alcohol from which any or none of the above may be infered. Essentially, we enjoy food, we have fun and we want to share.

Where we fail, you will laugh at us. Where we suceed, you will cheer and probably laugh at us. There is even a chance you might laugh at us...I mean learn something.
Stay tuned space kids...