Hi guys,
many years ago, in my student time my later wife and me used to help some elderly woman who lived near the house were we rented each a small room.
She was from Indonesia and came to the Netherlands when the Dutch left Indonesia after the bloody fight for freedom in Indonesia just after WW II.
She was real old and we helped a lot with getting groceries and just talk to her as she was living alone in a small apartment for older people intermixed between "normal" houses.
Anyhow, the first time she asked if we liked a coffe she took a small cook pot and spooned 1 spoon of molasses like almost black stuff into a cup and took an old coper water kettle from the gas stove and poured water on it.
The taste of that coffee is still saved into some neurons in my brain, it was the tastiest coffee I tasted for many many years.
Needless to say I (we) stopped by at least once or twice a week to help her and get treated on her very nice coffee.
She never told us how she made it I just wished I had asked at that time.
Best Scouting wishes from Holland,
Bagheera
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