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Amberol is cool though
I literaly cooked something like this yesterday, a traditional dish from Algiers called “the pretty lady’s breasts in the mirror” (sder chaba fel mraya). Basically you boil some lamb with onion and cinnamon (and a fuckton of olive oil and butter), then you put unsalted goat cheese slices on the meat pieces, whipped egg whites with lemon juice, and the yolks without breaking them (the titular “breasts” I guess), and all in the oven. It’s… traditional.
Idéalement on ne devrait pas l’écrire du tout, enfin pas pour désigner des Arabes (ça reste une salutation familière, comme dans le titre du film : https://www.themoviedb.org/movie/104234-wesh-wesh-qu-est-ce-qui-se-passe)
but my mom says it helps against the bad smell
There sure must be a lot of better candidates, but this one comes to my mind:
We can forget happy things. We can probably forget sad things too. People have the power to forget.
to see if you still bleed