I am not wild about food that watches me while I eat it. Never have been. A fished fried with the head on, for instance, ogling the fork every time it descends. Or a bowl of fish soup containing the head as a special honor. This head does worse than just sit there and stare. It swims about the broth as you dip the spoon in. And then tonight there was the baked chicken that my wife brought home from Lombok. Wouldn't want to leave the head behind, no sir. There's something distinctly unsettling about a baked chicken that peeks at you from under the wing that you're eating. Hello there. Are you finding me tasty? Bon appetite!