Bosnian Coffee

There is something about coffee. Not that I can say it tastes nice, or yummy or anything. More like gold, like being together, sharing thoughts, stories, memories.

Coffee in Norway is different from coffee in Italy, in France, in Eritrea......

....yes, let's talk about Eritrea. I have visited the country twice and both times I've been invited for coffee. An honor. Which takes a long, long time, starting with the burning of the coffee beans. I have a collection of Eritrean clay coffee pots. Every time I look at them I am reminded of a country, a people, friends, drinking coffee together.

In Sarajevo we were met by Bosnian coffee, influenced by the Arabs, just like they are in Eritrea. Coming into the basar at night was like walking into 1001 Nights. We ended our dinner with coffee, and felt like staying on, listening to stories. Well, if not 1001 of them, at least a whole coffee pot full.

It took me no time to realize that my Eritrea coffee pot collection needed company by a Bosnian set, a round plate, two small cups, a smal kind of pot and bowl or saucer for the sugar, or the Turkish delight......

 

In the basar there were at least 1001 different designs to choose among. Hard to decide which one to buy.

A plate for a coffee set in progress, made by a local artist.

Night two in Sarajevo ended with coffee as well, how could it not. It's lika a fairytale, isn't it..... Can you see us, in the deepest corner....the corner where tales are told.....

Coffee......a drink for the Gods......and luckily for you and  me as well.

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How is it, do you have a coffee tale to share? I will make myself a cup of coffee, I will make one for you as well, and we can sit down for a chat.

Comments

[Carol]

This was such a fun post at house in the woods! What an exotic looking coffee house and yes I do spy you two in the corner :)

I hope one day you'll show us your collection and recent purchases.

[dorothy]

Did your coffee post ever bring back wonderful memories. My grandparents from Syvde and Sjaak Norway, performed the same fete you spoke about - the cooling of the coffee in the saucer. It stood to reason, rather than blowing on it in the cup itself. And always, they dunked whatever goodie they had to accompany the lovely coffee. AND THE AROMA - oH mY !!!