Another day, another Doner, my confession to you is that I live in London, and I have never actually tried a doner kebab, never even been tempted not when drunk or when insanely hungry. There may even be people reading this who have never even seen one. Let me explain, imagine how you would draw a leg of lamb for a medieval banquet – bear with me, and then imagine it upside down, and that it is all light brown and wet look shiny. Finally imagine it rotating, slowly. This is a Doner kebab. It is a marriage of meat scraps welded together with fat, doesn’t that sound appetising? Husband said that his friend used to treat himself to one after a hard weeks work, I asked which of his friends this was? ‘Oh you don’t know him’ he said, ‘he died of a heart attack’.
Why am I explaining this to you? because today I am having the wealthy cousin of the aforementioned Doner – the Chicken Shish, chunks of chicken breast, peppers, mushrooms and onions on skewers and grilled over a barbeque grill. So I am able to tell myself that grilled meat, and vegetables, especially when served with salad is a healthy option.
This is very much like life as a whole, in any situation you can make whatever choices you wish, but remember that the treat you believe that you deserve for your efforts can be what ends up killing your spirit (if not your body). Maybe the real treat is looking after yourself, being your own carer and cheerleader – at – all – times – people – at – all – times.
Take you of yourselves
Oh and to read more from the inside of my funny, quirky, occasionally weird brain try my free eBook Funny Bird