About 20 years ago, before we'd ever heard of chicken nuggets, I brought my parents some "bull fries" for them to try for dinner. I presented them as boneless chicken and served them in their formal dining room. My mother exclaimed, "These are fabulous, I must serve them at my next party!" At this point I was obligated to tell them the truth; however, I called them mountain oysters. My father set his fork down, looked at me painfully, while my mom was saying, "What, what?" I left the room giving him the opportunity to explain it to the city gal he'd married. BTW, he didn't speak to me for two weeks.
That was just mean....did your parents abuse you?
My father once tricked me into eating venison...I was mad, but it was tasty stuff.