But how much different are chicken heads from the pig heads my grandmother stored in her freezer? I remember seeing them in my childhood - five pig heads in the freezer because she didn't have time after a large fall slaughtering to make them into scrapple. Pig heads are boiled and the resulting broth and meat are mixed with cornmeal and spices to make a loaf of mush. It's cut into slices and fried in, you guessed it, pig lard. Yum. Not.
Or how about her fried pumpkin blossoms? She'd pick them in the early summer and fry them in a skillet.
Or pickled eggs? Who thought up the idea of boiling and peeling eggs and storing them in a gallon jar of vinegar and beets? Why beets? Because it turns the egg whites purple, and what's more appetizing than purple and yellow food? For extra appeal, the jar was kept on top of the refrigerator, an assured incubator for botulism.
I never had a second though about these strange concoctions, as I'm sure some Hawaiian children don't about whatever their mothers do to chicken heads.
We're all different. Embrace the difference and respect it in others. When you do, you'll realize how much alike we are.