If you served me that, I'd poket a fork and spoon. It wouldn't help. You're far too polite to accuse me. So, I'd spill soy sauce on the carpet and take a deep breath, appreciating the mark that I'd left. You'd deserve far worse.
No? Are you crazy? You can't see why. Watch.
1. You filleted and deboned 3 tiny mackerel and, then, said, "I like to then cut the fillets into 2 or 3 bite size pieces."
2. You DO what ya Do with your spices, and the flavors blow up.
3. Ya Do what ya Do with your cooking, and the dish comes to life.
You plate it and it's art. Then you serve me those 4 tiny pieces. I figure you hate me, want to hurt me or hope that I'm left wishing there was more. And I'm right. So, you have to suffer. It's only fare.
always kick the scales off the rocks