Shiny new toys in my kitchen
We all love Celia’s In My Kitchen series so I thought I should also join in and do one too. It is most appropriate that I should link this post on my new toys to Celia as she played an important role in their acquisition. I was having lunch with her on Monday and mentioned that I have recently become obsessed with needing to buy a coffee machine. I had been drinking more coffee in the preceding two weeks in an attempt to justify the purchase to myself (and feeling the impacts of too much caffeine!). It all started with Andrew suggesting that a coffee grinder might be a good present for him for his birthday. He should know better than to ask me to look into buying some gadget. Ofcourse I was going to get totally obsessed and read all sorts of coffee snob forums to try to figure out the best one to get. When I told him I had finally decided on a grinder (I was feeling quite pleased with myself by this stage), I was rather taken aback by his outrage at my plan to spend $1100 on grinder. “But I have compromised and decided not to get the $1500” one I wailed. No impact. “Do not get it” he said, “I will never use it, it is totally ridiculous”. You know what that did to me, don’t you? It made me even more determined. It made me think that I should get a coffee machine as well. He should have gotten out while the going was good and I hadn’t even seriously thought about a coffee machine. Hah!
Fast forward two weeks to my lunch with Celia. “The good thing about having friends who have crazy obsessions about things, is that occasionally those obsessions overlap” she said. She called her friend Pete on her mobile and told him which machines I was considering and then passed the phone over. Here was a man who knew his coffee. I could tell because he told me he prefers his espresso brewed at 90 degrees, not 92 degrees as most people seem to think the ideal temperature is. He recommended the Expobar as you can play with the brew temperature. Sold!
So here is the photo of my very first shot. Not great crema…yet….but I still have to play around with the grind, the beans and the temperature. A good start though. My first few coffees are already quite a lot better than the coffee at my current favourite coffee shop. At $4 a coffee, four or five times a week I figure the savings will see me well on the way to recouping the cost on these shiny new toys. Right? Ok, self-delusion continues.
When I picked the kids up from school I told them I had bought a new coffee machine and that Andrew was sure to start hyperventilating when he gets home. They were a little worried. When they walked into the kitchen Tara called out “oooh mum it is awwwesooome!”. I made them hot chocolates just to seal in their approval of my purchase. They are total advocates now. Hot milos every morning.
When Andrew came home he pretended not to see it even though the kids told him about it as soon as he walked in the door. When I asked if he was going to comment he looked at it for a long moment and then said “hmm…it is what it is”. He is determined not to fall in love with it. But I know I will win him over eventually. He had his first coffee from it this morning. “Yeah, its good” he says in a lukewarm voice.
“As good as the coffee you buy at work?” I question.
“Better than the coffee you buy at work?”
“Maybe, I am not sure. I can’t really tell…I can’t make that fine a distinction between them”.
He has a bit of a smile on his face and I can tell he is already falling in love with the machine. I am sure he will be selling its virtues to the boys at work this morning. I might ring up and ask them later today…just so we don’t let him get away with pretending to be unimpressed with this mnachine. I am enjoying my second cup of coffee while listening to Sade’s ‘Soldier of Love’ album. It is nice remembering what a great voice she has.