Having had a conversation over 'seafood supper' (sorry there xylaria) with my wife, certain parts of conversations with the 'older generation' have been remembered.
Again this is from pre-WW2 so 1930's. This particular gentleman lived in a tumbledown cottage and, as I have been told, had a cauldron (probably an ordinary hanging pot) over the fire into which each and every days forage went into. The story goes on that when this was re-heated to bring up to the correct temperature and probably boil, to soften whatever had been thrown in, the maggots that were floating on the surface were then thrown to the cat and after that a bowlfull was scooped out and eaten.
I would ask if you have considered the boiling pot option in that you will always have something 'on the go' as it were. Possibly without the maggots though
Ooops!
Swyn.