Sunday, February 15, 2009

My Darling, My Espresso Machine

At this last house-sitting gig, I had the pleasure of living with this espresso machine. And now I want one, except for two things: One is that if I lived with an espresso machine, I'd probably double my chances of having a caffeine-induced heart attack. (Seriously? I drank upwards of thirty shots of espresso in three and a half days.) Two, this machine would rip a giant hole in my pocketbook. Ouch.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Okay well move back to japan and buy the "blendy" coffee which comes in a PET bottle... good coffee but my mom complained.. it still is not peculated SP?...

Rosa said...

Okay, your mom's a bit spoiled by hand-pulled espressos, no? ;) 'Cause Blendy is super fine stuff!

I can find the tiny cans of coffee (Boss? And the stuff with the mountain on it), but there's nothing like a giant 700 ml PET bottle of Blendy!

Anonymous said...

Yea, she is, that was odd coming from her when she used to tease me when I brought my own coffee when I came to visit, my father used Has Brothers sp? Forever, it was like water or Blendy was too strong for them?


Damn guess I need to finally break for a machine..for their next visit. Blendy is good and easy, nuke, add milk and ta-da... dONE

Rosa said...

Nuke Blendy? Oh, man. I always just drank it straight from the bottle, cold, black and bitter...I never thought about heating it up and adding milk--doh!