A word on coffee...

Okay, writing going along, um, not exactly smoothly, but it is going. The only thing really getting me through this month is coffee. Now, I'm usually an espresso girl, but I've come across another type of coffee that makes my soul sing. It is Turkish coffee. Homemade. In one of those strange little pots with a long handle. How can I have lived all these years on this earth and not known about this stuff? The secret is in the coffee (should have cardamom ground into it), and of course the technique. Oh, and the tablespoon or so of sugar that you add for each cup. It takes a good 15 minutes to make a cup of the stuff, and the anticipation is enough to make a grown writer weep. Well, at least it makes me weep. Excellent caffeine hit. Excellent procrastination tool. You just can't go wrong with the stuff!