My ex mother in law’s parents were from the Ukraine and they owned a diner. She used to tell me her mother always threw egg shells into the coffee grounds and the customers always came in for her delicious coffee. They weren’t Lutheran, though, they were Catholic.
Acid + eggshell....
threw egg shells into the coffee grounds
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I think I had heard of the egg shells but not the whole egg.
I also ‘remember’ putting salt in the grounds also Not sure if for bitterness or not.
My worst coffee experience was when hitchhiking from San Diego to NY ended up in Louisiana (don’t ask..ha ha) and all my greatness, Dress Blues, hat cocked on back of head and ended up in a Greyhound terminal and ordered breakfast.
Ordered coffee and asked if I wanted strong or mild (while NOT having a New York accent, I definitely didn’t have a LA accent) being an ocean weary sailor, naturally told her strong.
My intro to Chicory Coffee.
Being a trouper, I washed that taste bud killer down with eggs and ordered a second one..THAT will show them.
If I remember correctly someone paid for my breakfast because of the 2nd cup. (Not sure but that is my story and I am sticking to it PLUS it makes drinking that asphalt residue worth it...<: <:)
Remember the old 1950s diners with a surly but ‘nice’ woman behind the counter, a cute bouncy waitress who is just waiting for her opportunity to leave and an ‘old crag’ in the kitchen and it turns out it is mother, daughter and grandaughter, stuck forever, hurting feet and all, with the owner/boss sitting at the end of the counter counting his money...