One of my favorite things is coffee. For me it falls into the “quality of life” category, though a dispassionate observer might call it an addiction.
Resigned that it is time to get up in the morning, the call of a good cup of coffee brightens my mood. Savoring one brightens the day. Seeking the perfect cuppa I have brewed coffee with types and roasts in a good many ways from drip to perk to French press, and even used a Coffee Toddy method which soaks ground coffee in water for 12 hours, then filters it to create a cold concentrate. I don’t just flirt with coffee. I have a relationship.
This brings us to the cup of coffee above: The first cappuccino from our new Nespresso. A very good one at that.
I met a Nespresso coffee maker just like this on our recent trip to Seattle. Before I knew it I had brewed an espresso, a darned good one. Then came cappuccinos and a new world opened. Finally! Really good joe! You don’t strut something like this in front of a junkie and think nothing will come of it, do you?
When I discovered that its little aluminum coffee pods were recyclable it was all over but the credit card bill. It certainly wasn’t in our budget, which doesn’t take kindly to an impulse which could be fairly described as extravagant. I could list all the other things I don’t spend money on. But now that it’s found it’s place in our kitchen I can say one thing: Life is good.