in which I fight my father’s espresso machine
December 28, 2010
I’m not entirely certain I won the battle although I did get a cup of coffee.
He left for work and abandoned me with the assumption that I could use his manual La Pavoni machine.
Yeah – not so much.
Like I said earlier – I got the americano in the end but not without fighting with sucker. Wacky Italian primadonna. Argh.
At first I was not sold on the idea of him getting a Keuring or Nespresso machine but after being left to my own devices I’m not as against it as I was.
Oh well – at least I go home tomorrow. Back to my beloved Sugar – the Breville machine that never fights me… especially when she knows I need my caffeine.
Night from the hinterlands