I can't tell just yet if it's a dangerous obsession or the love of my life.
You see, what happened was a couple who are friends of mine was moving back to Austria (yes, I know, I'm so cool with all my international friends) and they had a coffee machine dilemma. Option 1: take it back on the plane, and have no room for clothing. Option 2: ship it, and pay almost what the machine is worth. Option 3: Leave it safe with Jessica until such time as they can come reclaim it. Fortunately for me they chose option three, and my coffee addiction was born. Or rather, re-born. Born again, maybe.
Anyway, the most annoying thing about it is that you have to use the proprietary capsules to make the coffee. But I can almost forgive this when I look at how nicely packaged it all is. I mean, look at all those colors! Every color is a different coffee blend. Some are regionals, some are different blends, some are roasted more or less. There's a whole booklet you can read about the different varieties. And I don't know about you, but I love getting education with my morning brew. I still can't really tell the difference between them all, but I have faith that I will be able to.
The kinds of coffee all have poetic names, like Capriccio, or Levanto, or Finezzo. And because they're so well sealed, I don't have to worry that the coffee is oxidizing. Because I always used to worry about my coffee meeting with that nefarious oxygen. Seriously, it would keep me up nights.
Okay, not seriously. But still. One less thing to worry about, you know?
And it comes with a milk frother. So I've been sipping on lattes and cappucinos galore!
Anyone want to come over for an espresso? It's on me!