Coffee...Bosnian style

So I bought this little golden pot from a thrift store about two months back, and always wondered what it was or what it did. I assumed it was a "chocolate pot" or a contraption to melt butter, as it was so tiny, and as I don't really do much with sugar right now, I resorted to using it for butter melting. The reason I bought the little lovely is because on the bottom it says "Made in Sarajevo"--so I HAD to buy it then, for love of all things Bosnian.

Well, after spending time drinking Joza's kava, I decided to make my own, as it is a snow day, and I can't exactly leave my house as the snow pummels down. My mother is giddy putting up all the Christmas decorations and hanging the boughs of holly and adding mini Santas to every spare inch of space, but I am dreary as I look for temporary jobs on the internet. Inspiration strikes: I shall make Turkish coffee. But how? I googled it--and it said you need an "ibrik." As I studied the picture, I realized...I actually have one of those. Weird. Although, I am not surprised. I found my little golden pot from the thrift store and happily followed these directions: http://www.howtobrewcoffee.com/Turkish.htm

It took easily twenty minutes, as I had to grind up my Trader Joe's gingerbread coffee grinds in a mini grinder (also a thrift store find) and then heat water slowly and let the grinds rest in the "neck" of the ibrik. From there, I slowly watched the foam rise, and I would remove the coffee from the heat and slowly stir in the foam. This process took longer than my patience would allow on a "normal day" and I was delighted once again by how Europeans make everything such an art. My mom even commented that in Europe you never see anyone ever walk down the street with a carryout container of coffee, as is so common in America that you can buy actual Starbucks-esque containers that LOOK like carryout containers to carry your coffee in. We value our grab-and-go ways--people to see, places to go, money to make/spend.

So, yes, I made my coffee. My mom said it tasted like "coffeehouse" coffee, as it surpassed her expectations, which is a big deal--trust me. It's nice to know you can bring the slow life to your fast life, and who knows, you may find an odd little pot in your cupboard and discover it actually has a use!