In article >, Andy <q> wrote:

>As a kid, we ate Mrs. Paul's brand fish sticks. The only fish I'd eat.
>
>Until... one day (maybe 10-y.o.) I was sitting with a plate of them and
>playing with my food, began forking the breading off a fish stick, finally
>revealing a perfectly shaped rectangular "brick" of pressed grey matter.

>Grossed me out. "What kind of fish is that?" I never ate another fish stick.

Ages ago a friend told me an identical story -- that as a child she
was served up a fishstick by her mother, and it turned out to be
a breaded piece of foam rubber. Apparently there was a disgruntled
employee in the fishstick factory.

If it happend as described, the incident would have been 40+
years ago.

Steve