When my dad was in college he had a poorly-assimilated Chinese roommate. (The only part of this story that would still likely happen today.)
He also had a black and white TV. For Christmas, his parents got him a brand new, state-of-the-art color TV. Which was a huge deal at the time.
My dad gave his roommate the old black and white TV, and he was so grateful that he invited my dad over to his parents' house for dinner. They were very traditionally Chinese, and also didn't really speak English very well.
My dad was then assaulted with a bunch of very, very strange foods which he could not refuse because he was trying really hard to be polite. Not the least of which was jellyfish. Raw jellyfish.
|I think this is an actual picture of jellyfish but I have no way to verify|
Luckily my dad is more adventurous with foods than I am. I don't know if this story has a moral, but I want to tie it to my broader theme of not understanding human eating habits.