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swagger: "2.0" | |
info: | |
version: 1.0.0 | |
title: Swagger Petstore | |
license: | |
name: MIT | |
host: localhost:8080 | |
basePath: /api | |
schemes: | |
- http |
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HIIIIiiii | |
Here’s the recipe for “Mutabbal” (متبل ). I don’t know why it’s called this or why it’s different than baba ghannoush exactly. I’m also bad with amounts but I’ll try to give my estimates. | |
1. Two eggplants | |
2. Around 3/4 - 1 cup good Tahini | |
3. Pomegranete molasses (1/8 cup or so) | |
4. Plain whole milk yogurt (1/8 cup or so) | |
5. Lemon juice *or* vinegar - your call. I like lemon juice better. Any vinegar works, white typically. | |
6. Some bread or crackers to scoop it all up and eat it like an animal. |
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### Keybase proof | |
I hereby claim: | |
* I am mustafashabib on github. | |
* I am mustafashabib (https://keybase.io/mustafashabib) on keybase. | |
* I have a public key whose fingerprint is DCC2 54D3 5D68 D904 61FA D25D 6762 4AA3 B057 793C | |
To claim this, I am signing this object: |
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Knowing things about someone is not the same thing as knowing him… As far as I know, none of Skelly’s friends cared about the facts of his life that embarrassed him so deeply. If anything, we were just sorry he’d ever felt the need to tell us these ridiculous stories. It implied that, on some level, he felt badly about himself, as if he didn’t believe we’d like him for who he really was. What someone’s lies reveal about them (aspirations to being an accomplished writers, fantasies of an exotic history and a cosmopolitan family) are always sadder than the fact of the lies themselves. These inventions illuminate the negative spaces of someone’s self-image, their vanity and insecurities and most childish wishes, as we can infer from warped starlight the presence of a far vaster mass of dark matter. Years ago a friend of mine and I used to frequent a market in Baltimore where we would eat oysters and drink Very Large Beers from 32-ounce styrofoam cups. One of the regulars there had the worst toupee in the world, |