I Don’t Know What It Is, But I Do Know It’s Evil

Last week, a guy arrived from the office in Turkey to work with my husband for the next month. As many of his countrymen do, he came with gifts!

This gift.

I don’t know what it’s called or how to even begin to pronounce it because the label is in Turkish.

The best description I have is that it look like a marshmallow, tastes almond-y like marzipan, but it the consistency of cotton candy pressed into a tight ball. The first piece I ate, I tried to bite and chew. It was like trying to gnaw my way through a ball of string. It was nasty and hurt my teeth.  Two days later, I decided to give it another go and let it melt in my mouth instead.

It’s heaven.

It’s easily the most addictive thing I’ve eaten in a long time. I won’t lie. I ate half the box today. Which means that on the bright side, I only have half a box more and I can’t eat any more.

The bad news is that in half a box I can’t get any more.