Sometimes being the only vegetarian in the crowd means you end up eating something that was never intended to be a meal on its own. For example, a restaurant in Skopje once offered me “a plate of mushrooms”. I responded by asking if they could instead prepare something with a little bit of variety, not just one “vegetable”, and they agreed. Out came a plate of mushrooms. (Okay, they were amazing mushrooms, but still, there’s only so much fungus one girl can eat.)
In Kas, Turkey, my dining companion recommended that I order the manti, which she described as Turkish dumplings. She was Turkish herself and didn’t mention anything about the possibility of the manti being a dish intended for sharing. The little pillows of dough came in a meat version or a cheese version, so I had the cheese version. I had a lot of the cheese version, as you can see. A lot of cheesy dumplings, covered in creamy sauce, with a healthy drizzle of oil just in case. Delicious, certainly. But also artery-clogging. I made it through about half the dish before throwing down my spoon in surrender.