When I was twelve years old, we were living on the Horse Islands. One day our neighbor came in from fishing. My mother said to me, "Go down to the stage and cut out some tongues for supper," so I left to do this chore.
When I arrived at the stage I said, "Sir, mom wants me to cut out some tongues." "Ok," he said. He passed me a cod. I took the cod, opened its mouth, but no tongue to be seen.
I said, "Sir, this cod has no tongue!"
He and two or three others laughed at my response. Then he showed me how to cut out tongues. I cut out many meals after that.
Before that experience I had never seen tongues cut from a cod since I grew up in a town where no one fished for cod.