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Turkish Coffee: My Declarations of Faith

This is the only way to consume coffee. I got myself a little Turkish coffee pot, now called “Potty,” and a steady stream of Turkey’s top coffee grinds from a local Arabic market (run by Syrian refugees). 

It is bliss and encouraged the following: I bear witness that there is no coffee worthy of imbibement except Turkish coffee, and I bear witness that Douglas (peace be upon him) is the Servant and final Messenger of Turkish coffee.Being ecumenical, I made this declaration in several traditions: Hear, O Species: Turkish coffee is my god; Turkish coffee is one.And my version of the Nicean Creed, which is the only one I recognize—fuck all the other Christian creeds. They’re weak tea—or, in this case, weak coffee: We believe in one kind of coffee, Turkish coffee, Maker of all things visible and invisible. And in one method of making coffee: using a little pot, the Mother of Coffee, and powedery grounds begotten of the Father (the only-begotten; that is, of the essence of coffee, God of God,)…