Small pumpkins arrived first, baked to perfection and swimming in custard, dusted with cinnamon and nutmeg. Comfort food at its finest. Then came mussels stuffed with rice, rich with spice and warmth — absolutely irresistible.
Next up: a lamb roll, rotating gently on a spit, not unlike kebab meat. They pointed. I like lamb. I nodded yes. They smiled knowingly.
Had I been wearing my glasses — or asked just one sensible question — I might have politely declined. But ignorance, as it turns out, is very tasty.
Only after I had happily devoured every last bite did they reveal the truth: lamb intestines. And once you know, you can’t unsee it — the tightly packed coils turning slowly over the heat.
The joke, was entirely on me. And honestly? I’d probably eat it again.
Kayak Tatlisi
Pirpir Midye
Ekmek Arasi Kokovec