We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder."
Honore de Balzac, "The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee"
I have grown weary of doing battle with personalized espresso/capucino machines. They do well enough, I suppose, with espresso but it is invariably capucino the guests and womenfolk want, and I just can never make that happen reliably. Very frustrating. I have poured the last $ I will into the effort and choose to wait until I am somewhere with the industrial versions and some other poor sucker to operate the thing.
Was using a small milk foamer machine recently instead of the big espresso machine. It was simple to use for making foamed milk to add to coffee and it made good scrambled eggs too and it was $75. Could look for the brand. IIRC it was made in Italy.
"In an era of Xbox, Wii and other sophisticated playthings, a doll that's been on the market since 1959 seems an unlikely choice. But for girls, Barbie tops holiday wish lists almost 50 years after she was invented."
My in-law has the deluxe model - to impress the guests, probably. IMO, they take up space, likely to become a garage sale item in a few years.
Thank God for the microwave and a universe of flavorings - like Bailey's Irish Cream...
I don't want one either.
I want to stand on the stone flags and feel the mediterranean breeze on my face. I want to duck into the little storefront and order a double espresso with a wedge of lemon, not just the rind. I want to take it like a shot and slosh the greasy grinds left in the cup around and drink them too. I want the electrical charge of it to travel to the furthest reaches of my frame. I want to become the lightning-rod of the universe, the energy of a thousand suns running to ground through me.
Then I want to go outside, and pick a fight with the first three men I find. That's what I want.
roger de hauteville
...who'll all three no doubt have just shot up a gram of meth before hitting the street looking for a mere coffee-head to bump off
For me I prefer the old fashioned French Press, or the little two tiered thing from Italy that cooks on top of the stove. I am inclined to agree with roger about prefering the context over content. Besides, in order for good coffee to be truly good in the morning it requires a GRReat Chocolate Croissant.
As for my Christmas wish list, I am hoping I have been a good enough girl for this to be under the tree: