
Over the past year or so, I have sworn off most processed foods and, with stories like pink slime meat additives and the like, it looks like it may have been the right call. There are things that I miss though, like the dreaded cone of mystery meat, the gyro. Loosely described as “Greek” or “lamb“, the American gyro is found at most establishments that serve hot dogs and fries and comes from a truncated cone of meat-type substance, there are no discernible signs of being Greek and few people could identify the meat, or even that it is meat, by sight. While that is slightly offputting, but the pita-encased parcel of sliced “meat” cone holds a special place in my heart – and not simply clogging the arteries.
After watching Sean Brock describe his Husk Cheeseburger to Charlie Rose as an homage to his fast food burger, but made with care and actual ingredients, as he had stopped eating fast food, my mind went immediately to the beloved cone of mystery meat, the gyro. After a few searches, I found a cool SeriousEats post on the top, but the preparation did not really satisfy me. It seemed like someone trying to pass of a twice cooked meatloaf as a gyro. Continue reading »
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