Fish head casserole

To spare you another boring post, I ate a fish head casserole.

Originally I'd planned on accompanying a friend to McDonald's and then eating some noodles or something in my room later (I'm not exactly the world's largest McDonald's fan). But--we met our Korean friends on the way there and tagged along to Home Fairy instead. I'd had a genuinely boring day (except for a highly amusing group presentation in Economics of the Family involving an inappropriate picture, a student who innocently replied she couldn't marry a divorced man because she would kill his children, and a professor surprised that America still contains husbands who want housewives) so I thought I'd liven things up.

I regret that I cannot provide a photograph. But don't imagine a green bean-type casserole.

It arrived in an earthenware pot with a lid. Inside were the chopped up fish head, chunks of ginger (I made the mistake of taking a large bite), and green onions in some sort of sauce. Very small amounts of the fish were actual fish meat; more often I bit into crunchy bits of skin or fins or cartilage, or slurped gooey stuff (?). Oh yes, and there was an eyeball that I stared at amusedly before swallowing.