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.

I am with Matt. Bacon has the benefit of not having a face still attached.

The anchovy fillets I have bought in cans have not had faces. The paste is also very good, especially for making aglio e olio.

I find food with faces somewhat grounding. I at least like to know which way is up, so I can feel I'm not eating some alien creature.

The big problem with the minnow soup (beyond the insurmountable fish issue which is wholly mine) was that , well, see.... Ok, so you have a clear yellow broth with some onions and whatnot in it and then they pour it into a glass bowl and there are these 2" long black minnows swimming around in it except they aren't swimming of course and then you choke out something between giggles about I'm not eating out of a fishtank and you have to put a napkin over it while you eat the rest of your meal so you can stop laughing and crying and the rest of the meal* isn't much better but it isn't a freaking fishtank.

* The rest of the meal involved meat jello salad and unidentifiable meat pods. That were called pods. I can't figure out why I didn't lose half my bodyweight in Russia. Oh yeah, the bread and ice cream.