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Have you ever eaten fly eggs? Sounds like caviar, doesn’t it? (Okay, maybe it doesn’t sound that tasty). However, the Paiute Native Americans who once lived at Mono Lake considered it a delicacy.
Bending down to the gently lapping waters of the salty lake, our tour guide scooped up a handful of fly pupae and ate some. Unbelievable.
And there we stood, 10 high school students, seven CSUB college students and six Kern County teachers, looking either stupefied or totally grossed out. We all felt lucky to participate in a four-week Geology grant project through CSU Bakersfield and even more fortunate to travel up the east side of California marveling over the terrain, but eating fly eggs was not on our itinerary — we thought we were there to view the many “tufa towers” [pronounced too-fa towers] that jutted out of the briny waters like sentinels on a million-year watch.
However, one of the Stockdale High School students on my lab team, Neil Mathur,...
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