During WWII my father would make a fire, boil water in his helmet and just dump grounds in it then drink. Up until the day he died he had a piece of junk little pot on the stove and still made it that way. He said some guys would take the powder out of a bullet and put that in too.
Back in the early 70's I was a dishwasher in the best restaurant in town. Can't remember the formula. I would take a HUGE pot and put cold water in like 5 gallons. Then put coffee grounds in cheese cloth. Maybe like 5 pounds then hang it in the water. It would sit there for a few days. Then I would pour the solution into jars. It was a little thick. Then out at the waitress section they had a small cup of it. They would take a little baby spoon and put some coffee syrup into a cup then boiling water. People would freak out about our coffee. Every cup was like it was just brewed.
That's were I learned the basics of cooking on Fri and Sat nights. As the night went on the cook was more and more sloshed and I did more and more of the prep and cooking. He would sit down and say flip that steak, fill that lobster tail, put butter on and broil it and so on. His name was Ike.
Back in the early 70's I was a dishwasher in the best restaurant in town. Can't remember the formula. I would take a HUGE pot and put cold water in like 5 gallons. Then put coffee grounds in cheese cloth. Maybe like 5 pounds then hang it in the water. It would sit there for a few days. Then I would pour the solution into jars. It was a little thick. Then out at the waitress section they had a small cup of it. They would take a little baby spoon and put some coffee syrup into a cup then boiling water. People would freak out about our coffee. Every cup was like it was just brewed.
That's were I learned the basics of cooking on Fri and Sat nights. As the night went on the cook was more and more sloshed and I did more and more of the prep and cooking. He would sit down and say flip that steak, fill that lobster tail, put butter on and broil it and so on. His name was Ike.



