This morning I made Turkish coffee for myself while slowly cooking what turned out to be the first successful omelette I have ever made (I have been making scrambled eggs out of the failures since September). I put gouda and brie into the egg/milk mixture first, and had already browned up onions in a separate pan and then cooked garlic and diced ripe tomatoes into it. I spread the onion/tomatoe mixture on top of the cheesy egg, and waited forever until attempting to fold it over. This is the part where I always screw up because I can't make myself wait long enough and the egg isn't rigid enough. It's also difficult because I put way too much stuff into the omelette and it's super thick and heavy. The coffee was thus my distraction, and it worked perfectly! Cagla also walked in to grab a quick bite to eat and read the cup. I have decided to only ever have her read my cups, because when she does, I get amazing pictures and wonderful fortunes.
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| it is unmistakably a man. Cagla said to me "you are so lucky! you always have men in your cups!" she also saw a dog at his feet, or at least the ears, which symbolizes power. so, a powerful man coming into my life, possibly holding flowers. bring it on! |
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| this is my J.S. Bach Coffee Cantata espresso cup, which doubles as my Turkish coffee cup. I found it here in Vienna, and I adore it. |
nothing more to say, except: la vita e bella.
-luceface
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