I had a strange kind of stew or soup made like that only the head was all chopped up. It was spicy, but it was good. My landlord at the time seemed quite amused that I could a) eat it, b) handle the spice, and c) handle chopsticks as good as he did.
Dreams are best served manifest and tangible.
INFP, 6w7, IEI
I accept no responsibility, what so ever, for the fact that I exist; I do, however, accept full responsibility for what I do while I exist.