Sunday, 6 August 2006

Different Words for a Sandwich with Meat Cut from a Vertical Rotisserie

Last night, over a dinner of thinly-sliced lamb in a small, round piece of bread with tomatoes and onions, we wondered what we should call this sandwich. According to Wikipedia, here are our options:

  1. Gyros – this is the Greek term, ‘jeeros’, and the first time I had one at Drag’s Pizza in Rice Lake, WI about 15 years ago, I ordered a ‘yeero’ – no ‘s’. In Belgium, you’ll find french fries in the bottom of it.
  2. Döner – this is the Turkish term, and what I lived on in Germany. There, it’s served in fladenbrot with cabbage.
  3. Schwarma – is the Arabic word for it. I ate some of these while in German as well – I’m sure it depended on emigration. Of the 3, this seems like the easiest to pronounce correctly.

Sunday, 9 July 2006

Monday, 17 April 2006

Sunday, 19 February 2006

Tasteless Art Affecting the Tastebuds at Holy Land Deli

I was introduced to the Doner (Gyro or Kabob) during my time in Germany. The Turkish immigrants brought it with them. Aside from the thinly-sliced lamb, the rest of the ingredients were German; cabbage inside stuffed in a quarter of the circular flatenbrot.

In Minneapolis, there’s only one place to get a good gyro – Holy Land Deli over at 2513 Central Avenue NE. They stuff the pitas to their breaking point as they should. My personal favorite is their lamb kabob with hummus. While you wait, admire their grocery – great selection of olives, teas, and meats you won’t find at Cub or Rainbow.

Via this week’s Sunday Strib, I read Holy Land’s owner Majdi Wadi has banned all products made in Denmark until the Danish government apologizes for something tasteless the Danish free press published months ago.

I’ve seen the cartoons. If you haven’t, just ask some angst-ridden teenager to draw some up for you. Cliché-ridden, cheap, and heavy-handed.

From what I glean from On the Media, the newspapers in the Middle East are controlled by their respective governments. In that environment, putting the blame on a national government makes complete sense. I’m not sure what editorial control the Danish government exerts over the press, but I suspect it’s nil. It’d be convenient if the US Government could simply apologize for Fox News or insipid letters to the editor. But that’s not how things work here in the US or in northern Europe.

I’m not sure what Danish-made products the Holy Land sold, I haven’t purchased anything other than lunch and olive oil from them, and the Strib article didn’t list them by name.

Is that list offensive?

Wadi’s decision to ban Danish-made products would seem better directed if the Danish manufacturers had advertising or in some other way financed the newspaper in question.

Since that’s most likely not the case, the Strib article – just like this post – is an advertisement for the Holy Land Deli (mmmm tasty gyros). Would you like a Carlsberg to wash it down?

Friday, 13 January 2006

Tuesday, 3 January 2006

Yes, A Juicy Lucy Is All That

When Jen asked me to pick up cheese for burgers tonight, it wasn’t on my mind at all.

At some point, I was inspired. Perhaps Scott and Dave‘s quest finally got to me.

Before I knew it, there was two slices of medium cheddar between two quarter pound patties squeezed together and slapped on the grill. Yep. Despite being in NE Minneapolis – we was grilling up Juicy Lucys.

Yeah, tasty. Best way to have meat and cheese and cheese and meat.

Definitely worth an ongoing quest.

Monday, 21 November 2005

Hunting For a Non-HFCS BBQ Sauce

Today, Jen slow-cooked some pork loin and when it was fall-apart with a fork tender, we drained it, smothered it in BBQ sauce, and ignored it some more.

After ignoring it good and long, we forked it onto some sesame-topped buns, threw on a scoop of ‘slaw and called it dinner.

Yeah. Tasty goodness. Worth staying in for.

The only thing that could make it better is if the BBQ sauce didn’t have High Fructose Corn Syrup as the second ingredient. I’m pretty sure a sauce exists without HFCS in the ingredient list – let alone first or second. Unfortunately, SuperTarget didn’t have it on their shelves.

Anyone know where I could find it?

Tuesday, 27 September 2005

I Might Have to Switch to De-Glazed.

I’m a big fan of the leisurely Sunday morning; reading the paper, drinking good coffee, having a Krispie Kreme or two. Over the weekend, my internal clock was off and I picked up the donuts late Sunday afternoon.

Yesterday, I returned to the home office from an afternoon meeting needing a little something.

I grabbed the box of Krispie Kremes and started on the afternoon to-do list.

5 hours later; everything was checked off the to-do list. Inspired, I; cleaned up the junk pile in the corner of the basement, consolidated the multiple boxes of hand tools, and touched base with my parents. On top of that, the rest of the evening was unusually giggly and joke-filled. Everything seemed just slightly happier and more positive.

I couldn’t quite figure out what was different until Jen asked where the last 4 donuts went.

Saturday, 27 August 2005

Of Lefse, Hot Dogs, and Deep Dish Pizza

Growing up, I remember my grandmother and her sister making homemade lefse. Jen knew of lefse and knew that it went really well with butter and sugar. Huh? Butter and sugar? I suppose you could.

In my world, lefse is filled with far more interesting flavors than sugary butter. Like a layer of mashed potatoes (yes, even more potato) topped with a layer of salmon all rolled up like a Norwegian tortilla.

My grandmother when asked why she did this, responded something like;

“We needed something that would keep the men full on the farm.”

I was reminded of this family history as Jen and I pondered our first bite from Joey D’s. I suspect the same reason is behind Chicago-style Hot Dogs and deep dish pizza.

Friday, 26 August 2005

Fry It Up and Put a Stick in It

Mouth Trap Cheese Curds at the MN State Fair

The first year Jen and I were back in Minnesota, we hit the State Fair twice. This was the year they debuted deep-fried Snickers bars on a stick and deep-fried Oreos (BTW, Yea on the Snickers, Nay on the Oreos).

If you attempt the Snickers bar, eat it as you leave the fairgrounds, wash it down with $1 all-you-can-drink milk, and have someone else drive. The sugar coma will hit exactly 10 minutes after you pull out of the parking lot – you’ll wake up 3 hours later disoriented.

However long the line is at Mouth Trap Cheese Curds, you must stand in it. At the end is the best cheese curds in the upper midwest.