I love a kebab. They are a perfect meal. But it is also a meal that you ought not think to much about as it is being prepared. What I mean is, you ought not glance over at that big cylindrical drippy meat slab that's revolving over yonder in front of a radiator. It resembles in no way an edible animal of any description.
But if you can get past that stumbling block it's happy days. However, I realised recently that I've always gone for the chicken option, but hadn't really given any thought as to why. But I stopped and gave it some thought, and the realisation was troubling. It was because of the names. Chicken kebab. Doner kebab.
Chicken sounds safe. But Doner? what the heck is Doner? In my limited world experience it conjures up no animal that I know of. What it does conjure up is something a lot worse. Now, this may be in bad taste, so tune out now if you are eating.
But you know how on your drivers' licence you have the option printed on there of what kind of doner you are? (You can see where this is headed, can't you) Well, this is the association that immediately springs to mind, so, as awful as this will sound, subconsciously the choices I read up there on the menu are:
a) Chicken meat
b) Car Accident meat