One Kilo is a Lot of Chicken

From one of the Bursa suburbs Michele and I caught a cable car to the top of a near by mountain. The views were nice and the weather a cool departure from the hot city below. We arrived around lunch time, so we found a outdoor cafe which felt like a picnic area and ordered our lunch of chicken, salad, french fries, and yogurt. Then things got strange. The waiter asked us how much chicken we wanted, and suggested, after seeing our confused looks, that we should get one kilo. We agreed and waited for our food to come, enjoying the woodsy environment around us. After a few minutes, the server returned with a small grill full of hot coals. "How cool," we thought, "they are going to cook it in front of us, like at Benihana." Oh were we ever mistaken. Soon the server presented us with a tray full of raw chicken breast, a lot of it, and left it for us to cook ourselves! They didn't even marinate the stuff. Luckily red pepper flakes and oregano are standard table spices in Turkey. We dry spiced our chicken and (gasp) even grilled it ourselves. It turned out quite well. But we still had 4 times as much as we could eat.

After lunch we went for a lovely stroll in the woods to enjoy the plant life and curse the insects.