The visual overload is why I love food fairs. Even mediocre ones like the one I went to (for work!) today.

The no-go for a non-duck, non-innard eater like me; still fascinating nonetheless.
Every part of the duck imaginable, braised. (I only really recognise the wings)

And the yes-yes.
Hakka abacus seeds that are so darned difficult to make that even my granny doesn’t bother.
Deprivation drives me to eat it whenever I encounter it.