July was the hottest month, with the sound of hungry mosquitoes at night and buzzing flies in the day. Cockroaches became more uninhibited during this month and poked out of the hiding to mingle with our food in open places. The smell of crispy crickets frying in hot sesame oil flowed through the stalls, and able children devoured everything that was and could be edible. The heats of fresh fruits piled high in the market wagons made me so hungry, I wished there was no bottom to my stomach.
from my memoir and article in Asian Magazine