... it wasn't.
It was that elusive Turkish dessert dish, chicken pudding. Unlike most tavuk sütlaç, prepared with a thick slice of chicken in the middle, mine was finely shredded into the pudding. I didn't discover this immediately, of course. Foolishly, I had been confident that in my brief discussion with the man at the bakery, we had established what I was eating.
"Is this chicken pudding?" I had asked in Turkish, straining my ears for a Turkish "yes."
What followed wasn't yes, no, or maybe. I took his rapidfire answer as "why of course, this is a regular meat-free version of pudding." What he probably said was "oh it's so much more than just chicken pudding - it's chicken pudding in which the meat is minced so finely you'd think it was baby food! Nigh-undetectable, that chicken is!"
I, the trusting foreigner, nodded obligingly and took a hefty first bite.
"Funny," I thought, "I've never describe a pudding as sinewy before."
Many bites later, I figured it out. You know what? It wasn't bad at all.
Wow. Looks like a piece of fish.
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