My Russian friends who are from up north often say they have to "meet the train," and this means that their relatives have sent a parcel on the train via a traveling friend or acquaintance, that now has to be picked up.
The contents usually consist of something edible: canned goods like jam and pickles; berries, etc.
Well, my roommate had been complaining about missing foods from "home" (up north), and then the other day we got a parcel containing salami, smoked fish, and pressed deer meat.
My roommate showed me how to take the head and skin off the fish before eating it. I like the taste, although I'm not sure I like the process...