Cawfee

I am a coffee snob.

Drip coffee doesn’t do it for me. I call it “broth”. To satisfy my palate, a good cup of morning brew must meet several criteria or I won’t drink it.

1) It must be made with a good, organic, shade grown, espresso roast bean.
2) It must be ground that morning.
3) It must be brewed at the right temperature, and
4) It must be strong, strong, strong.

I stop short of drinking straight espresso. My cup of preference is called a macchiato . I usually drink 2 cups each morning.

Bill is addicted to my coffee. He waits patiently for me to wake each morning and make him a cup. I even adorn his cup with latte art, usually in the shape of hearts. When I sleep late due to a not so restful night with the baby, he reluctantly heads out to purchase a cup of broth from the corner mini-mart. Bleck!

I would love to open a coffee shop here in our little town, but what would be the point? Our house is already the local coffee house. It gives me the greatest pleasure to lovingly pull shot after shot of rich creamy espresso for my friends. If someone wants a good cup of coffee, they show up at my back door. All the practice has helped me refine my skills on my espresso machine. The God shot appears more regularly into my cups. I can produce micro-foam at will.

Coffee is my hobby and one day I hope to retire my well used, 7yo Barista and buy an ECM Giotto . What a beauty!! I can totally see it in my kitchen, banging out cup after cup of golden shots. Mmmmm.

It will be a long while before I can save for it and it will take even a longer while to convince my husband that we need a $1400 espresso machine! :*) Until then, I can dream, can’t I?