According to the recipe book I linked to at the top of the page (page two), it’s blanch and then freeze. The ones I used for my pizza, I blanched alive, but I only froze the extras. The dry roasted ones, I just stuck straight in the oven afer gathering.
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I have survived my trip to the outskirts of cicada central. LI, NY, for those that missed my original thoughts on the subject. In the week on LI, I didn’t hear the “song” of a single big, ugly cicada.
The day after I got back to Austin, I found this on Newsday. Looks like I practiced the ancient art of Tai Ming.
Olentzero wrote:
Thanks for the warning. 
I’ve had the “impending cicada doom” in my mind ever since you mentioned it. Further, I have decided not to go to my family reunion in Frederick Co., MD this year. And I have 4 years to wiggle out of a trip to Mom’s.
Heh. “Impending Cicada Doom”. Band name! Or at least a song name.
I escaped the damn things this time. Best wishes to those who want to fry/boil/freeze/saute/roast/braise/eat raw/cover with sprinkles/whatever. I’m just gonna sit here and deal with the annuals which should show up in a week or two.
Got my tennis racquet ready…
Everyone I work with is totally psyched about the cicadas, but they’re a bunch of entomologists.
Last year I made a cicada wreath out of annual cicadas (casts and one pinned cicada). I just finished painting the base coat on wooden letters spelling “Brood X” for my 17-year cicada wreath.
Wow. A friend and I went down the road to Princeton Battlefield to experience them. The sound was unreal, like something out of the Twilight Zone. You could hear them even while the windows were closed and the car was moving. As we were driving through Princeton, we starting seeing them flying luggishly along - they’re not terribly fast and that seems to give them an even more prehistoric aura. The treetops were alive with cicadas flying about. I was totally enchanted. I collected a baggie full of casts and another with the recently dead or dying.
We got them real bad here. Millions of holes in the ground, millions of carcasses on the ground, millions of flying beasties above the ground.
I heard they’re supposed to be here only a few more weeks … is that right?
Hey brachy! Long time no see!
Oh heck yeah! The first time I heard them, I was on my way back from a film shoot in DE - we got stuck on the Balto-Wash Parkway due to a car fire, and I argued with my friends about whether or not those were cicadas. The ones I’d heard had always made that buzzsaw whine, not that eerie flying-saucer whistling. Got that illusion corrected on a hike at the National Arboretum.
I’ve also found individual males on the sidewalk and they do in fact squeak when you pick 'em up. What a hoot!
Unfortunately, I have not had a chance to eat any of them yet. And since the hatching season is over, it looks like I’ll have to wait another 17 years. 
They’re coming again! They’re coming again!
Time for some crunchy driving.