It was difficult.
Sometimes you've got to do something difficult, because it's worth it in the end and you'll always be able to brag about it.
I climbed Half Dome. To the summit, and didn't fall off.
I ate a bowl of duck tongues and cocks' combs, and didn't throw up.
I bought a fiddle, which I still can't play but I really want to.
Oh. This? Anchovies and parsley on bread. "Interesting" bruschetta.
And here's the difficult-but-brag part. I sliced up and chopped a fresh Meyer lemon (unpeeled), and cooked it into sticky, gooey brownness with a minced fat clove of garlic. My new favorite flavor is "burny," and we all know lemon rinds are bitter. There was a lot of difficult flavor there.
And the anchovies were fishy (wouldn't you think?) and salty. The parsley was the mitigator! (Flinks of hot, smoked paprika, too.)
This was bite-after-bite difficult and so good. Hard to explain.