I actually worked one summer doing exactly that, back when I was 15. Without any doubt, the absolute worst job I've had. I'd previously worked summers in my uncle's _fresh_ fish processing and that was totally fine. The stuff we were racking and drying at that other place though was anything but fresh. Ugh, the textures, the smells, it's all coming back to me... Kinda hard to reconcile that as a delicacy.

It sure was formative though. All uphill from there, haha.