When I was a young Turkish girl living in Turkey, I did not drink Turkish coffee. As I came to the age of enjoying coffee, I was trying the cappuccinos, espressos or even the simple filter coffee varieties that was "in."
I had always observed my grandfather's Turkish coffee routine. It would be served to him after he had done some sort of work in the morning or afternoon as he was smoking his cigarette, always with a cool glass of water. It happened everyday.
While we lived in Turkey for a year and a half, I first get excited to try the mastic coffee that Selamlique had nicely packaged and prepared. Then, I started getting a taste of well prepared Turkish coffee and the pleasure of ordering a coffee that simply defined you. You could not choose much other than the sugar amount. No sugar, little sugar, medium or sweet. My choice was little sugar. I enjoyed my moderation, being a former sweet tooth. I enjoyed having an afternoon coffee when Lula was at school, Adele was napping and I could do some me time, usually computer time - my work. I almost had it every day.
Here is the quick story of how we found the coffee illustrated here.
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