“Chocolate and grasshoppers?” My daughter manifests unadulterated teenage skepticism.
“They’re called chapulines,” I tell her, “and they’re a delicacy here in Oaxaca. These are flavored with chili and lime.” I offer her a small hopper atop a chunk of artisanal chocolate.
“Really, Dad? You’re serious?”
“Remember when you finally tried a peanut butter and …