I've made it by feel in the past, but I looked for methods for Turska Kava preparation on the Net anyway. The best was this extensive "tutorial" -- also the top "Turkish coffee" hit on Google.
http://www.ineedcoffee.com/04/turkishcoffee/

The worst was this Food Network entry, unattributed to any show:
http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_1852,00.html
One foaming only, medium roast instead of dark, and no mention of the coffee being anything other than an ordinary grind!

Ulysses discovered that the bottom canister of the Turkish coffee grinder was the perfect storage case for bows from Christmas present wrapping. Up to two bows fit inside, if you push really hard. If you have very small fingers and hands, it's convenient to reach all the way into the bottom of the canister to retrieve the lower stored bow. There was one bow in particular, an extra-fancy sparkly blue bow (re-gifted from a gift we received at the the Baby Bash Sigurd and Gloria threw us when we were expecting Ulysses), that was extremely difficult, and therefore most necessary, to squish into the canister.

We soon found that the grinder needed some modifications; it wasn't quite ready to do its secondary job of grinding coffee beans. The tensioner spring (part of the grind adjustment assembly) was too short to be of any use. That meant you could not adjust the grind. Don looked in his cornucopia of hardware parts and bits and soon came up with a better spring.

Too bad there were no coffee beans in the house. We went for a ride and, after checking out several supermarkets including the esteemed Willy St. Coop -- all closed for Christmas Day -- noticed that Mother Fool's Coffee House was open. I went in and scored some organic espresso roast, Alterra, a fairly traded brand. Also encountered some Union cabbies, David Nelson and Peter (?) playing chess. Told them Don and I didn't work there anymore, and gave them an abbreviated version of that horror story.

Home with the beans. Loaded the top compartment of the grinder. Now we found that the knob on top would come loose as the crank was turned. Don found a washer that did the trick. He'll buy a more inconspicuous washer at the hardware store later.

A few adjustments of the knob and the beans were turning to perfect dust!

Ulysses caught sight of the operation and ran off. He came back with the sparkly blue bow in his hand. Time to deploy the bow storage canister!

Denied.

Bitter, bitter tears.

About five hundred cranks later -- both kinds -- I had enough coffee to make two two-demitasse pots of Turska Kava!