Tursu

Turşu (Egyptian Arabic: ترشى torshi, Persian: ترشى torshi; Kurdish: ترشى Tirşîn, tirşî; Turkish: turşu; Greek: τουρσί toursi; Bulgarian: туршия turshiya; Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian: turšija/туршија ; Albanian: turshi Hebrew: חמוצים, khamusim) are the pickled vegetables of the cuisines of many Balkan and Middle East countries. The word torshi comes from torsh, which means 'sour' in Persian, Kurdish, and Azerbaijani.

Torshi is common in Albanian, Afghan, Armenian, Bosnian, Bulgarian, Egyptian, Greek, Iranian, Israeli, Kurdish, Macedonian, Iraqi, Middle Eastern, Pakistani, Serbian, and Turkish cuisines. Iran boasts a great variation of hundreds of different types of torshi according to regional customs and different events. In some families, no meal is considered complete without a bowl of torshi on the table. In Bulgarian cuisine the most popular types are tsarska trushiya 'king's pickle' and selska trushiya 'country pickle'. Toursi is a traditional appetizer (meze) to go with arak, rakı, ouzo, tsipouro, and rakia. In some regions the torshi water (turşu suyu) is also drinkable and very popular in Turkey.

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End Of The Line

by: Trews

War in the living room,
We swore we weren't like that.
Once we went down that road,
There was no turning back.
Anger and jealousy
And distorted fact,
Left this pale shadow
of a life we once had.
How could you love and then
Change just like that?
You give your whole heart away
Then take it all back.
This is the end of the line tonight
We can't defend what we know ain't right.
It's over, it's over, it's over,
This love we should let die.
This is the end of the line.
Broken down promises
Linger on in my head.
The scars and the blemishes
that time could not mend.
How can you live losing
All we once had?
Come on now, little girl,
It ain't quite that bad.
This is the end the line Tonight
We can't defend what
we know ain't right
It's over, it's over, it's over
This love we should let die.
This is the end of the line.
Nothing but love gets you
so hypnotized.
Nothing but love brings
them tears to your eyes.
Nothing but love takes
away all your pride.
Nothing but love eats
You away inside.
This is the end of the line Tonight.
We can't defend what we know ain't right.
Two worlds amend, oh ya and
Two worlds collide.
It's over, it's over, it's Over
This love we should let die.
It's been coming for some time.
So goodnight and goodbye.
This is the end
This is the end




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