Espresso Weekend
About three years ago, I splurged and bought a nice espresso machine. As a rule, I am not terribly materialistic. I live in a humble neighborhood of moderately priced townhouses. I drive a car with nearly 200,000 miles on it. I buy most of my beer, admittingly good beer, on the bargain rack (past expiration) or make my own, and do most of my shopping at the surplus grocer. I do have a bit of a weakness for books but I generally read them all. But, great coffee is truly one of the few luxuries I indulge in daily. I'd say I really like beer but I love coffee. I love the ritual, the taste, the caffeine, the aroma. It is so entwined with my life that it is inseparable from it. I particularly like espresso. It is both lusciously creamy and bitterly strong. No sugar, no dairy or equivalent. The bean itself is sweet and its oil creates the crema, along with carbon dioxide. To my shame, the espresso machine, like a piece of exercise equipment that falls into disuse, has been taking up a l...