Türkischer Kaffee gefällt mir

I arrived home today after a raucous night splitting two bottles of wine in my hotel room with my mom, only to have us end up at the Marriott (not the hotel I stayed at) bar because the Sheraton (also not the hotel I stayed at) was hosting a hoity toity fundraiser and we felt a bit out of place there. At the Marriott bar we each had two more drinks and discussed the quality of homemade bbq potato chips with a group of young men. This, of course, all happened before we saw Arlo Guthrie play with the Springfield Symphony Orchestra. It was a blast. What, you've never drank your weight in alcohol and then gone to an aging folk singer's concert with your mom? Let me tell you friend, you're missing out. Especially since my mom's one of the funniest people I know.

So that is the preface to the real story. Slightly hung over and in a bit of a foul mood today, I decided it would be the perfect time to try my hand at Turkish coffee. I submit for your enjoyment:

Turkish coffee: brewing black death in six easy steps

1) Find a pot that will stand in for an ibrik in a pinch. Being in a pinch myself, I used my milk steaming pot:


2) Add water and sugar:


3) Add very, very finely ground coffee - one heaping teaspoon for every 2 ozs of water:


4) And now, heat slowly until it starts to bubble and foam:




5) Right before it bubbles over, remove it from the heat source and stir.

6) Repeat the heat, foam and stir cycle three more times. Add a pinch of cardamom and serve:

Who ever said that coffee should strong as hell, black as death and sweet as love must have been drinking Turkish coffee at the time. It is heaven in a cup. And not a bad way to improve a hangover and a bad mood. I give it two enthusiastic thumbs up.