There was a woman in my cup! And a fish, a tree and perhaps a guru, I'm not sure. My newest friend, met, coffeed and instantly loved on Tuesday, is from Turkey. We had only begun our conversation it seemed but had actually been together two hours already, sipping from tiny cups the exquisitely rich brew she had made for us.
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No woman or fish in this cup,
But you might see other figures |
And then she told me about drinking the last of the liquid, putting the saucer on top of the cup, turning the whole thing toward me (it has to be toward the person) and making a wish, if I liked. The upside down cup sits nested on its little plate until the bottom is cool to touch.
When my cup was no longer warm, I turned it over to look inside. That's when I found the woman (she was blonde) and the tree and who knows what else. Exploring for a definitive guide to the symbols dribbled in empty coffee cups was certainly the most unusual of
Things I get to do today. All of this leads me to my next project--getting some finely ground Turkish coffee.
