I think it always pays to be honest.
42 years ago, some friends of mine got married and I was invited to their first proper dinner party. She gave us stuffed lambs hearts, which were a speciality of her Mothers apparently.
They were revolting, with tubey things hanging out. If that wasn't all, lots of liver was used for the stuffing. But when she asked me how I was getting on, I lied and said they were lovely ( they weren't ! )
Then, for at least 20 afterwards, she made stuffed hearts every time I stayed.
They moved away then, and now I am only in contact by email !
Thank goodness !