A missionary was visiting my Grandparents home...they too were missionaries.
They fixed us a dinner like they were served in Asia.
We were forbidden to make faces, spit it out, leave it uneaten, throw up, make sounds like it was un-pleasant, etc.
Fish Eye Soup with Sea Weed...and sushi on the side.
Out of 9 grandchildren seated at the table, I was the only one who "would have been allowed to live" had it been a real missionary being served for the first time in the village they lived in.
As a young child, I decided right then to devote ALL my candy allowance to this mission. If they were so poor they had to eat the eyes and head of the fish, and weeds from the water, they needed my money more than I needed a treat! LOL
It never dawned on me that this was a special dish prepared for honored guests.