Ah Turkish Coffee. You have to love the Turks who have such great thoughts devoted to Coffee
Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love
A cup of coffee commits one to forty years of friendship.
Had my first turkish coffee 25 years ago in College, good friend was a Turkish Kurd.
Had my only Turkish coffee -
many times - at a Greek restaurant (run by an elderly Greek couple I called Oma & Opa, which is a pet name for Grandma & Grandpa) in Fulda,
formerly West Germany.
They had many flowers in vases all around the restaurant. Upon closer inspection, I found the vases were fashioned from 105 mm Howitzer casings with lots of scrollwork and carving. It was cool. And the food was outstanding.
I've also had coffee from when I lived in Brasil, South America. (We spell it
Brazil; they spell it
Brasil. Coffee was grown all around the town where I lived. Viscosa, in the state of Minas Gerias; about 125 miles north of Rio deJanerio. It was a college town - which is why I was there - with an exchange program with Purdue University. The way coffee was drunk down there: fill a small cup 1/2 full of freshly harvested cane sugar (also very prevalent around town) then fill with coffee. No moo-juice (unless preferred). The sugar kept the strength down low enough that the resulting concoction would only remove rust from an old bumper, not rot right 'thru the lining of your stomach!
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But it was surprisingly tasty ... even to an eight year old - back in 1959! The only other thing to drink (worth drinking) was Coca-Cola. The water was filtered ... THEN boiled before using. Milk was basically non-existent, except for
Carnation or
Pet condensed milk. It took me over 20 YEARS after I returned before I could drink either coffee or Coke.
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