Come, break Ekmek with me, but don't slice it

We eat a lot of Turkish food in these here parts. The Turks are Germany's Mexicans. So as

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We have gotten so good that we make our own Turkish feasts at home with Köfte, yogurt sauce, eggplants, salads. Heaven. We shop almost everyday at the Turkish butcher and vegetable shop. On Tuesdays they have fresh fish. Everyday they have lamb that they will actually cut from a big side, along with a slab of beef that they grind right it in front of you. It's like traveling back to 1868. Did you know that there is one girl who works at the butcher, but she is only allowed to work the register and touch the chicken? The chicken has its own case away from the beef and lamb. That dirty bird.

There is this great bread at the Turkish vegetable shop. It's shaped like a beaver's tail and covered in Sesame seeds. it's soft, but crisps up easily if you put it in the oven. I do. I always rip a piece off and eat it before we put it in the oven. Sometimes two. When it comes out of the oven Alexander cuts it into slices. My heart sinks a little when he cuts it up. So tonight I requested no slicing. Seriously, it tastes better in uneven chunks.