Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Coffee Crisis!

Sweet Lord, I believe my espresso machine has died! Whatever shall I do, dear reader, where ever shall I go? Two days ago it heated up when I flicked the switch, but when I turned the knob to 'caffè'
nothing happened!

And yesterday morning, I flicked the switch: nothing. It didn't even heat up. Eeeeek! I don't know what to do. How can I enjoy my coffee love each morning?
I was forced to make do with this little cutie

imported from Italy, I've had it for years. I even took it camping once; over the fire it took forever (and I was hung over, ouch), but on a gas stove it quickly turns out a lovely, airy espresso. But what if that one breaks?

Hmm, I'd probably be forced to use my Froggy French Press,
which actually makes a tasty pot of coffee. The flavor is very clean and the pressing part is fun every time (simple pleasures, friends).

Of course I could probably get by with my little black coffee pot:
or my big white pot:

(You notice both of those are in far away cabinets? We see which method of coffee preparation brews the worst cup!)

Though in the end, I suppose I could simply open up my new espresso machine!

It's not as good a machine as my beloved Krups, but (true story) it was a gift from Barbara Fairchild, editor in chief of Bon Appétit. I think she wanted it out of her car's trunk, and I was the one standing closest.
I just hope I can figure out a way to have my latté tomorrow morning!
sigh I believe this is what we'd call a "quality problem" :)


M. C. Valada said...

What a giggle. We, too, have far too many coffee makers at home and I tried to limit my caffine by cutting out coffee over a year ago. Why we should need to have so many machines is beyond me.

Tory Davis said...

All I'm saying is, I don't have a problem.
I can stop any time...
I NEED six different coffee preparation options, but that's not a sign of a problem...

rachel a. said...

Or, you could always get a few of those palm-sized bags of pre-ground Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf coffee, tear them open so the grounds scatter in directions even quantum physics cannot predict, pour what remains into eerily stained giant coffee makers, and wait for the burnt, acidic ooze to come dripping out of the never-fully-cleaned spout into your landfill-clogging paper cup that you use exactly once (if not half of once) that you take back to your corner desk across from the devil herself, who imbibes the black concoction by the cauldron-full. Oh, wait, you escaped! This need not be your fate anymore! Even the white coffee maker in the far cabinet is a beacon of freedom and love! Well done, my dear.

Tory Davis said...

I plan to write a children's book soon. Please rachel a., you should too!