Greek Coffee

A meal at my aunt Rosa Miller’s was always an adventure. Rosa was born in Salonika, Greece, of Italian parents, whose ancestors were exiled Jews from Spain. She and my uncle Sheldon, a hospital administrator for the navy, lived in countries as diverse as Iran, Brazil, and Ecuador. Whenever I dined with the Millers, Rosa would bring out her brass ibriki (a tiny hour-glass-shaped pot) and brew me a cup of Greek coffee. She combined the sugar, water, and coffee, which was ground as fine as flo