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Towelhead Coffee!!
Jan. 8th, 2006 12:32 amA question for the Internet: where do I buy dirt by the cubic foot? I need forty-two cubic feet of dirt delivered to my yard. Is there a website? Like dirt dot com or something? I just want to buy some dirt.
Came home from work and Z was making soup, but the soup hadn't boiled yet, so I made corn muffins. I had completely forgotten that I possessed a muffin tin, but lo! I do, and forsooth! muffins were to be had. This pleased me.
Also, as a reward, Z had gone and treated himself to a bag of Turkish coffee and a czeve (sp?) and some demitasse cups, so we had Turkish Coffee for dessert. Also he had bought Jaffa cakes because the store had them and he'd heard of them in a song and wanted to try them. ("Five dollars," he said. "I never paid five dollars for Li'l Debbie.")
So we cheerfully watched the pot boil, theorized whether it would be sensitive or insensitive to buy my sister and her husband the equipment to make "Towelhead Coffee" upon their return from their second tour in the Middle East (for their wedding, I bought them a Middle Eastern cookbook, which made my sister roll her eyes, but I don't know yet whether they've ever tried to cook anything from it). (Ed. Note: I do realize that Greeks & Balkans et. al. are not towelheads which is an ugly word anyway. I'm just being willfully ignorant. And some strange little part of my heart thinks the phrase Towelhead Coffee would be a great band name. Do not for a second believe that I don't think Turkish Coffee is the greatest thing ever. That stuff is mofuggin good.)
At the moment, Z is frowning over a printed-out graph-paper map of our front yard, trying to plot out the garden we want to put in there to conceal how awful the lawn really is. His latest idea is to lay out a series of beds in an imagined concentric circle around a point somewhere in the driveway, so they'd just be these curved bands across the lawn... and onto the front-front lawn beyond the sidewalk...
Came home from work and Z was making soup, but the soup hadn't boiled yet, so I made corn muffins. I had completely forgotten that I possessed a muffin tin, but lo! I do, and forsooth! muffins were to be had. This pleased me.
Also, as a reward, Z had gone and treated himself to a bag of Turkish coffee and a czeve (sp?) and some demitasse cups, so we had Turkish Coffee for dessert. Also he had bought Jaffa cakes because the store had them and he'd heard of them in a song and wanted to try them. ("Five dollars," he said. "I never paid five dollars for Li'l Debbie.")
So we cheerfully watched the pot boil, theorized whether it would be sensitive or insensitive to buy my sister and her husband the equipment to make "Towelhead Coffee" upon their return from their second tour in the Middle East (for their wedding, I bought them a Middle Eastern cookbook, which made my sister roll her eyes, but I don't know yet whether they've ever tried to cook anything from it). (Ed. Note: I do realize that Greeks & Balkans et. al. are not towelheads which is an ugly word anyway. I'm just being willfully ignorant. And some strange little part of my heart thinks the phrase Towelhead Coffee would be a great band name. Do not for a second believe that I don't think Turkish Coffee is the greatest thing ever. That stuff is mofuggin good.)
At the moment, Z is frowning over a printed-out graph-paper map of our front yard, trying to plot out the garden we want to put in there to conceal how awful the lawn really is. His latest idea is to lay out a series of beds in an imagined concentric circle around a point somewhere in the driveway, so they'd just be these curved bands across the lawn... and onto the front-front lawn beyond the sidewalk...
