Its color was a pale, amber-like translucence, almost glowing in the fluorescent light of the store. It was shaped in a long chain of rounded segments, each one slightly larger than the last. I turned it over and over, trying to imagine what it might taste like, or how it was meant to be consumed.
My mind raced with possibilities. Could it be something you eat raw? Did it need to be boiled or sweetened first? Perhaps it was some kind of fermented delicacy, a traditional treat from another country.
