I am with Matt. Bacon has the benefit of not having a face still attached.
'Touched'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, gee thanks Matt. You successfully unearthed my memory of the minnow soup. Ack.
Matt reminds me of my general preference toward food that doesn't look like any sort of living creature. I realize this makes me a bad omnivore, but I much prefer unidentifiable meat.
It's Hippolyte Marshmallow Creme and you put in on graham crackers. Who are you people? (Hippolyte is a now defunct brand name, but you'll still see it in older Southern cookbooks, particularly the church and Junior League sort of cookbooks.) My life has been Fluffless and Fluffernutterless.
I love anchovies. I like sardines. I like tunafish. I'm not much for fish that doesn't come in a can, though.
I'm not even super thrilled with having to carve my meat out of a whole animal, though at least seafood is low enough on the food chain that I don't feel guilty about it, just grossed out by the leavings.
I was so much happier with Chinese food before I learned to spot the mud vein in shellfish.
In Greece they deep-fry little fishes (2 inch) whole, and you eat them whole. Often with garlic dip or tzatziki. Very nice, crunchy, you just don't think about the heads and bones and such.
Salt+sugar? Hell yeah!
Whee! Operation Virtual Pizza Share is a go!
A fish bone bit my sister.
Seriously. When we were in Wales, my parents convinced my sister that kippers should be eaten whole, bones and all, and then one of the bones got caught in her tonsils.
IIRC, mom fished it out with a toothbrush.
Or, if you are my college friend, you name each fried fish before eating him. Yeia sou, Yorgo! Yeia sou, Christos!
Every turkey is named Fred. Chickens I often don't name.
And Perkins, your poor sister.