Growing up with a Yia Yia, enjoying a cup of Greek coffee always meant that she had to tell you your “fortune” when you finished.

No matter what the cup looked like to you, she always saw the same things: money, a ‘good luck’ bird, a stenahoria (aka something bad, like the ‘mati’/evil eye) that she always “took away,” and a Greek boy.

This is for all the Yia Yias and their magic coffee-reading abilities to whom we owe hours of dinner-table conversations.