The lamb, shocked that its attempt at modesty has been thwarted, is looking straight at him, tongue hanging out in embarrassment.
Hahaha! Word. I was ushered into the kitchen and there the sheep's head was, all grisly with its tongue hanging out, staring blindly from the center of a giant pile of couscous ringed with stewed vegetables.
That's when you have one of those rare growth opportunities in your life. Do you follow your instincts, refuse to eat this hideous thing, wound Grandma's feelings, and insult your host's house? Or do you kiss Grandma's cheeks and hands, sit down, eat, and maybe discover it tastes glorious?
I fortunately chose the latter, it tasted glorious, and I was cured of pretty much all food taboos ever since.
Humans can eat most anything. My buddy Floriano had this perspective on having been tricked into eating cat cacciatore: "You know, it wasn't half bad!"