Honored Guest Plate
My mother just gave me a book she found that I had made when I was a kid about terrible meals I had eaten. It got me to thinking . . .
Many years ago I lived on the island of Rota in Micronesia. As a guest in someone’s home for dinner they would give me the fish head as the eyes were considered the best part of the fish and the cheeks the second best.
After the initial discomfort of the idea, it was actually fine.