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Those look a lot bigger than my son's guinea pigs. Are you sure those aren't rats from NY subways...lol they are huge, and with the heads on....

I believe that the picture was from Peru; I have seen much that I will not repeat here. A very mild taste; more meat than on squirrel, that's for sure.

I was brought up to believe the only thing you leave the head on to cook is trout. Because you never behead the king and trout is the king of fish....(old fisherman's lore, if you cut the head off a trout, you will never catch another one.) I love trout and broil them until the eyes turn white, turn it over and use the eyes to gage doneness. Only takes a few minutes per side. I liked to add lemon juice when broiling.....When younger, I use to love fishing.

My grandfather taught me to fish in Northern Ontario, for perch, pickeral, several types of trout and, wait for it, smallmouth bass. Mmmmmmmm. We threw bluegill on shore because they were considered junk fish.

My grandmother taught me to clean and cook fish (lightly seasoned salt in bacon grease and pan fried). All heads removed. The only heads I have not removed from fish are marlin (on my basement wall) and muskie (unfortunately not).

Dads cottage on Mullet lake close to the upper peninsular, we would get wall eye, my mother liked still fishing and broungt in more than 1 muskie, I was good at getting wall eye and my dad swore that were no damn fish in the lake...he never caught one that I remember. We always went trolling,. Ice fishing for sturgeon on rare occasion. Nothing like spending the day fishing...The only ones that grossed me out was cleaning cat fish from the river, nail them to the tree to skin and they talk to you. Freaky...but using blood suckers for cat fishing was great. Needle nose pliers to pick them up and one blood sucker would be good for 3 or 4 fish...ah well, I am too old now. But love to remember it....mom also brought in a great norther pike on one of her excursions onto the lake..

Perch is good tasting but if your not good at fillet them, they have too many bones. Went smelt dipping for the first time with dad when I was 8, after dark and walking the shore of lake Huron looking for the small inlets that they leave the lake to spawn....bucket net, and good flashlight Grew up at a great time of freedom that todays kids will never experience....thats sad :O(