It’s October, which means we’re all going to mutilate vegetables! Yeah!

I’m not exactly sure of the right way to go about this, David Strathairn, so I’m just going to come right out and say it. I would really like to see you, David Strathairn, lose your shit. There. It feels good to finally get it off my chest. I know what you must be thinking: Who the fuck is this guy, a guy who, out of the blue, wants to see me, David Strathairn, lose my shit? Wait—is “fuck” a word that you, David Strathairn, would use? Or even think? Not, I imagine, unless you lost your shit. Which is the whole point. So here we are.

These kinds of diseases are the absolute worst. Even if the books are delicious.

I have to say that for all the love this recipe gets in the blogosphere, I’m just kind of underwhelmed.

As kind of a leading voice in the food blogger comments section community, I set aside an entire Saturday to prepare this dish, eagerly anticipating the results.

I remember when I was a little kid back in the 80s and early 90s, a restaurant (I can’t remember if it was a local place or a chain) started selling gryos. Nowadays you can find gyros all over the place, but back then they weren’t as common. This restaurant really, really wanted people to use the proper Greek pronunciation, and even had a series of commercials advertising “yeeros.”