I did it! I resurrected an espresso machine over the weekend. Tasty coffee is within my grasp and involves an intriguing, and nearly ritualistic, procedure. It’s labour intensive to make espresso, but worth it.
When I moved into the flat over a year ago, the machine was put under the kitchen sink, tucked behind the laundry detergent and virtually forgotten. Coffee needed to be quick and plentiful in those early days. With two hungry brains to feed full of stimulants, automatic drip machine brew was the norm and the occasional, robust cafetiere-steeped cup of bliss crossed our lips. To tell you the truth, I think we got lazy. The coffee became standard. Common. Everyday stuff.
Now I can say, after having made nearly 10 cups of coffee using the fancy contraption, that decadent brew is not just the reward for a walk to the town centre, nor is it hopelessly difficult to achieve in the home. One cup at a time I’m earning my stripes and enjoying the espresso for what it should be: a pause in the day for something a little special. A reason to kick back and sip, rather than absently grabbing and sucking down a mug of average stuff with caffeine.
I think I’m falling in love with this noisy, temperamental machine.