I'll get to THAT a little bit later but first I want to make one thing clear about my blog. I write exactly how i think. In short bursts of thought, cylical thought to be precise and it's not very organized when YOU guys get to it. But i probably won't change. This is not a paper, it's kind of public journaling. That's all i have to say about that.
Yesterday my new friend Holly (married to Maj. Goosen with two bambinos) called and asked me to go with her into Adana to our Turkish friend's house for lunch. YES! So we left at around 10:00 and piled the kids and another women and her kids into the monster truck and set of for Samara's house. When we first got there I went with Samara's sister into the kitchen to learn how to make Turkish Coffee. I always thought it would be intimidating to make it but it's SO easy. Using the cups you serve the coffee in you fill them with water (one cup water for each person) and put them in this little pot. (See picture). Then you put in one TINY spoonful of grounds and one spoonful of sugar for each person and stir all that up for a long time. 
Then you set it on the stove and turn the heat to medium. When the contents start to froth (not boil) you pour some of it back into the cups, froth the rest and keep pouring. But while it's on the stove top you scoop off the creme and put it on top of what is already in the cup. Voila. The key to great coffee is to not have many grounds in the bottom (you will have some and DON'T drink it) and the really great creme. It is wonderfully strong and sweet at the same time.
Then you set it on the stove and turn the heat to medium. When the contents start to froth (not boil) you pour some of it back into the cups, froth the rest and keep pouring. But while it's on the stove top you scoop off the creme and put it on top of what is already in the cup. Voila. The key to great coffee is to not have many grounds in the bottom (you will have some and DON'T drink it) and the really great creme. It is wonderfully strong and sweet at the same time. After the coffee we started preparing lunch. This meant chop till you drop. These women do not use cutting boards but you should see the TINY pieces they got. Parsley, Dill, Tomatoes, Red Cabbage, Onion, Tomatoes, Garlic, Cucumber. They cut it inside their palm and they get TINY pieces and then we mix it all up with a couscous type thing and some red paste and roll it in very thin bread or grape leaves. Great lunch. Dessert was frozen Jack fruit, watermelon and mystery melon. 
In between lunch and dessert Samara's sister asked to read my coffee grounds. I really wasn't sure if i should let her or not but Samara was already translating before i could persist. So, whatever at this moment in my life it was ok. God is more powerful and HE knows my future withOUT having to look at my nasty coffee grounds. SPOILER ALERT! If you do not want to know my future do not read anymore. Or it can just be up to God and not grounds.
She said: I am going to have a boy really really soon, a new job working with a man, being trained by a group of people with Eric's support; eric loves me a lot and we will always be happy and he only has eyes for me; we will keep giving a lot and then we will be receiving money, we will live in Turkey a long time, i will get a phone call from family that will make me very happy, i pray and ask to see God. So there you go. Whew.
Almost five hours later we were back home. Imagine if your lunch guests came over, or if you stayed for five hours?! Holy hospitality batman!
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