Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Coffee flavoured contemplation

After a sunny weekend when temperature records around the country were falling like flies, the Monday morning air is full of heavy warm dampness and my soul is of a similar disposition. Here I am sitting in a café, a cup of coffee adequate company for my thoughts.

Misleadingly, Czechs call their standard coffee "Turkish". Usually served in a thick glass cup, it is made by pouring boiling water onto 2 or 3 heaped teaspoonfuls of coffee grounds; repeated tips of the kettle aiding and abetting the water to penetrate the muddy mixture forming at the bottom of the cup. Briefly stir and add any milk and sugar required at this stage and then remove the spoon. Do not attempt to drink yet, it is necessary to wait patiently until the larger particles have drifted back down to the murky depths. It will never settle completely but eventually it can be sampled; it should have a powdery feel as pushed up to the roof of the mouth with the tongue. Slowly sip and savour, both coffee and thoughts until just before reaching the residue at the bottom; large uneven particles lodging themselves between your teeth ruins the effect entirely. Playing with the centimetre or so of remains in the bottom of the cup with the spoon is not compulsory but many find it an ideal culmination to the encounter.

Now with coffee drunk and thoughts thunk another week can be faced with life in proper perspective.


  1. HI TRAMP-
    Great visual - I could see and feel and taste the brew. Having lived in Turkey I also have memories. Have a wonderful week -
    Love Gail

  2. Gail
    Sometimes a coffee is an adequate companion.
    Hope your weather has improved.

  3. Thanks for this coffee meditation, Tramp. I'm just drinking a cup of coffee myself, but I filtered it. (The Western European way, you know - very poncey!)

    Your soul seems to have had a spell in the sauna ...

  4. Greeks drink 'Turkish' coffee too. Tiny coffee cups with thick coffee grounds at the bottom. You can have it 3 different ways, strong, medium or weak. There's no milk in it, though. Greeks sit for hours over the same cup, twisting beads and talking or just sitting silently.

    I imagine it must have been Turkish originally.

  5. Solitary
    I can see you appreciate my state of mind while writing this. Next time you pop by I'll have the kettle on.

    The first coffee house in Prague was opened in Prague so that's probably why it gets referred to as "Turkish", certainly not to be rushed.