Makes me think of the old french joke about the french peasant from the centre of France who goes to the coast for the first time, where he discovers the joys of eating oysters.

Being of a generous disposition, he decides to share this pleasure with his family back home, and buys a wooden box of the île d'Oléron's finest oysters, all packed in seaweed to keep them moist, & sends them back home.

About a week later he receives a letter from his dear old Mum, thanking him for his kind gift. but asked what on earth had he been thinking of, sending them all those stones. She added however, that once she had thrown the stones away, that they all had enjoyed the salad.

Giles. Mogless in Paris.