When I was in high school, I did a semester abroad in France. My host family took me on their vacation in Saint-Brieuc, and one day we went out fishing, and my host dad caught a giant eel. We took it home and roasted it with lemon and cider and ate it for supper. It was light, delicate, delicious, but every single bite came with multiple tiny, pointy, invisible bones. My French was less than impressive at the time, but I’m fairly certain they called it Congre au Cidre. It was the first (and maybe only, now that I think about it?) time I ever saw a meal through from catching it to eating it.