From what I recall the above is expression heralds from Yorkshire in England and so often runs true – just look at the price of bags of “farmyard manure” which one can use to fertilise the roses in the garden.
It seems the same is true for Iceland. Old Fish heads and the like to be more exact. On driving around the Westfjords region of Iceland we came across the sight of an open wooden structure from which hung the remains of large fish, apparently drying in the wind. We were curious and saw nothing in the guidebook to provide an explanation for this macabre scene. There was only one thing for it – ask a local.
So when we got back to Isafjordur we asked the hotel staff, wondering what delicacy might come from this (at this point I had already tried petrified shark). Our waiter pulled a sour face at the suggestion that the Icelanders might even eat this,” Oh no, for us this is just waste”. However, it is lapped up in Africa and around 15,000 tonnes are exported each year, mainly to Nigeria.
Needless to say, we were pleased to get back to the Arctic Lupins.