Fish Soup

Today was someone's birthday in the clerk's office. Usually this means huge party with lots of food. This one was low key though. My favorite steelpan player (also a coworker) has a fabulous chef for a mom. She made johnny cakes and fish soup for the office for lunch. (We also had leftover dumb bread from the jury room.) After my coclerk and I got our cups of soup and went back to our side of the building, I thought I should warn her. "Just so you know... there might be eyeballs in it." She promptly asked if Dave might want her cup of soup for dinner tonight. I told her she could avoid them by looking at her spoon before each bite. The first time I had fish soup here, I ate an eyeball without realizing what it was until it was too late. Some people suck on them though. (eww.) I thought I'd convinced her that the soup was edible, but when I mentioned I was throwing out the fish skin after I'd eaten most of my soup, she looked really repulsed. Eyeballs and skin are not what she wanted in soup. I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive at first today, given my last experience. But I saw there were dumplings (a local variety) and other yummies in the soup, so I gave it a whirl to partake in the birthday celebrations. Dave didn't want my coclerk's cup of soup either, but other people were happy to receive more fish soup. Yum. I guess. At least there were no bones in my cup this time. Have we mentioned what's in chicken soup? It includes bones and corn on the cob. Yes, ON the cob. I'd write more but it's time to go home for dinner. A less "local" meal sounds good to me tonight.