Back in the 1960s, one of my brothers worked for a big linen manufacturer. Most of his market was in the Middle East. He used to laugh about his job involving selling sheets to the Arabs. We were a lot less sophisticated back then.
Before he worked for the linen people, he worked for a firm that manufactured hosiery. At social functions, he delighted in declaring that he travelled in ladies underwear. Just his sense of humour, I guess.
Seemed funny at the time to my then teenage self.
But I digress. Back to John in the Middle East. (You know what's coming, don't you?) Once, on returning from one of his trips to the Middle East (I forget which country), he told us about a huge feast-like social function he had attended for visiting foreign business people. He was thoroughly enjoying a particularly delicious slice of meat that was sweet to the palette and was so tender, it melted in the mouth. He was intrigued by the quizzical, uniform oval shape of the thinly-sliced meat. Perhaps foolishly, in retrospect, he asked his neighbour at the feat what the meat was. Needless to say, he was advised that the delicious serving he had been enjoying so much up until that moment was bull's balls. Apparently he nearly barfed right there at the table. Just goes to show, it's all in the eye (and mind) of the beholder.