When we hunted elk we stayed with a sister-in-law of one of my uncles. They were wonderful hosts, but since they were Mormon they did not drink coffee and we were all Lutherans who lived around the coffee pot. She wanted to be a good hostess so she provided the coffee. It was the first attempts at making it and I like strong coffee, but what she made would stand up and bark at you. Funny, that was 45 or so years ago and I remember it like yesterday.