It's a 'good thing' that I'm not addicted to having foods prepared 'just one way' or by unvaryingly specific Recipes....
This afternoon, I awakened from a brief nap...and a dream...in which a crew of gardeners was clearing the Wilderness that I call "my yard" to plant a fig tree..... I was feeling a bit disoriented, but hungry, nonetheless.....and lumbered to the kitchen to 'make something to eat'. I must have been 'cooking in my sleep', because I awakened, again , in the middle of this cook to discover that I had placed the powdered tumeric into a coffee mug, awaiting the stream of fresh java from the expresso machine, and had dumped the old, used coffee grounds from their 'pod' into the egg mixture.....I spooned most of the coffee grounds from the eggs and most of the tumeric from the mug into the eggs.....The resulting coffee was drinkable..... if not Turkish Street Coffeehouseworthy....and the Omelet, amended by a squiggle of ketchup, was better than the omelets served at The Pit Stop Gas Station , up the street...... .
