Honestly, I have no idea

During that same excursion to the Turkish store I happened upon these delightful jars of god-knows-what. They’re very pretty I’ll give them that but (and there was no way I was going to risk buying one to see what the hell they were) these could have been filled with honeyed dessert items (albeit ones I am completely unfamiliar with), rice-y side dish fare or more than likely, fishy, oily things that would trip my gag reflex.

I lusted after the jars, I’ll tell you what. Getting one of those into my collection might make a purchase worthwhile. And probably the Royal Indian Mounted Police would eat it. He’ll eat anything. Maybe not chicken liver.