Jean Luc Petard's post about a Mediterranean restaurant got me to thinking about Turkish coffee and how I haven't had that particular delight in a long, long time. Unfortunately, I do not think Turkish coffee is high on the list of eats that the Pennsylvania Dutch are adept at making. They'd probably find some way of slipping pickled beet eggs or scrapple or some abomination in there.
Then, unfortunately, I naturally start down the path of all the other things that used to be in my life and now, are not. I think I'll go lie down for a while.