The finished product.
Donairs were invented in 70s Halifax by some Greek dude who started King of Donair, or so the legend goes. They’re based on the Turkish doner kebab. It’s a common misnomer that donair meat is lamb, but really it’s just spiced ground beef. I only found this out last night.
Here’s a link to where on the message board I got the idea to make some donairs: Just tell me how to make Donair Sauce. Thanks to AJ Crowley and Captain Pissgums for the sauce and meat recipes!
Finished meat, diced onions and tomatoes, fried tortilla shell. Again, next time I need to make it thinner. But otherwise it was great.
This is the part I kind of fucked up. It said to knead the beef and I really wasn’t sure what to do. It also said to throw it up and slam it on the counter, so at least I got to work out some lingering anger issues.
At one point I just stopped and made a raw meat snowman, because I have no idea what it means to knead ground beef.
I hate touching raw meat so I just did what I thought it meant so I could finish and wash my hands and the counter. I was talkign to someone who knows more than me, and next time I’m just going to make sure the spices are mixed into it and then flatten it out with a rolling pin. It needs to be REALLY thin. I made it a bit too thick and the edges burned a bit.
The sauce is simple: condensed milk, vinegar, garlic powder, stir. It gets really thick and awesome. Some people find it too sweet but not me.
Above are most of the ingredients I used, below is the bowl of spices I used on the meat. It consists of salt, oregano, black pepper, Italian seasoning, garlic powder, onion powder and cayenne pepper. Next time I might add breadcrumbs.
Here’s a recipe that’s essentially the same as what I did: this.
Hot damn that was good. I’m going to post how I made it. Just give me a minute.
Guys guys guys. Tonight I’m going to try making real, honest to god donairs. From scratch. Making the meat and the sauce and everything. I found a recipe online and it seems legit. It’s either going to be a complete disaster or the glory of glories. I might even post pictures.
Updates as they happen.
Murder Most Fowl — a serial killer who targets chicken farmers.
A mongol warrior learns to read after taking part in the sacking of Bagdad — Prose and Khans.
Chariots of Ire — some guy decides to run a marathon just out of spite.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow — a procrastinator tries to overcome his bad habits by acting in Shakespeare.
Is there a way to block someone else’s tweets/facebook messages so that no one on the Internet can read them? Thanks.
Bro: do you like my sweet new goatee? Does it make me look like a badass pirate?
Me: it’s okay. Is it some kind of joke? Is it don’t-shave-because-of-balls-cancer month again?
Bro: no I just thought it looked cool. Do I look like a pirate though? That’s what I’m going for here: pirate.
Me: you look like your application to join the Magician’s Alliance was rejected. Is that close?
Bro: it does look sort of like a magician’s goatee. Too bad I don’t know any card tricks.
Me: Illusions, Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money… or candy.
Bro: who’s Michael?
The only thing better than his WTF face is that time he turned out to actually be watching women’s tennis inside the Wynn-ebago.
Because they don’t get along with each other, right?
First Michael Bay came for the Autobots,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Transformers fan.
Then Michael Bay came for the mutants,
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Ninja Turtles fan.
Then Michael Bay came for me,
and there was no one left to speak out for me
Winter is coming over.
I grew a mighty Winterbeard to see me through the long, cold months, but just as the snow melts and the ice floes crack, so too must the beard fade. And thus I wielded the razor Durendal of the many blades to cleave the beard from my face forevermore. So rejoice, sound the trumpet Olifant and let it be declared: Spring is here!
tl;dr this was my face until about a half hour ago and also reading Clash of Kings reminds me that someday I want to write a sword and sorcery novel based on the Matter of France.
STOCKHOLM, Sweden — Sweden was the first European country to introduce bank notes in 1661. Now it’s come farther than most on the path toward getting rid of them.
“I can’t see why we should be printing bank notes at all anymore,” says Bjoern Ulvaeus, former member of 1970s pop group ABBA, and a vocal proponent for a world without cash. — Associated Press http://thechronicleherald.ca/business/74882-sweden-cashing-out-cash
I’m guessing Lisbeth Salander wasn’t available.
Still, I love thinking that some Associated Press writer gets assigned this story, and the first person he can think to interview is the guy from ABBA.
Love dart. Disgusting or kind of romantic? I can’t decide.
From Wiki:
A love dart (also known as a gypsobelum) is a hard, long, sharp, calcareous or chitinous dart which some hermaphroditic land snails and slugs create. Love darts are made in sexually mature animals only, and are used as part of the sequence of events during courtship, before actual mating takes place.
Prior to copulation, each of the two snails (or slugs) attempt to “shoot” one (or more) darts into the other snail (or slug). There is no organ to receive the dart; this action is more analogous to a stabbing, or to being shot with an arrow. The dart does not fly through the air to reach its target however; instead it is fired as a contact shot.
The love dart is emphatically not a penial stylet (in other words this is not an accessory organ for sperm transfer). The exchange ofsperm between both of the two land snails is a completely separate part of the mating progression. Nevertheless, recent research shows that use of the dart can strongly favor the reproductive outcome for the snail that is able to lodge a dart first in its partner. This is because mucus on the dart introduces a hormone-like substance that allows far more of its sperm to survive.
Don’t ever change, Dad.
