Many many moons ago now, DCJ. As well as many threads.
ita moons?
Yeah, evidently the thrill was gone for me before you even fixed it.
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Many many moons ago now, DCJ. As well as many threads.
ita moons?
Yeah, evidently the thrill was gone for me before you even fixed it.
I'm a bad caffiene addict. I owned an espresso maker many moons ago. I didn't use it in such a long time, I finally gave it to the Goodwill about a year ago.
I actually gave my espresso machine away too. Just too much trouble, I think.
Wait wait WAIT a minute. Now I haven't been around to many thread births, but I KNOW you can't have a thread birth without killing the old one. Why, oh, WHY isn't there a eulogy?! We're Buffista's. We mourn in glitter. So let's but on some glitter, mumble something about being missed, and have a severely gothic party. With glitter. Black glitter, unless the glitter is silver, and the board has the proper coloring to accent that.
I have a lovely old La Pavoni that I picked up at a yard sale (for $75!), but it needs some work -- right now, it doesn't generate enough water pressure to make really strong, hot espresso, and it's so heavy that I haven't taken it in for a tune-up. It's mostly furniture right now. But gorgeous.
So it's fresh-ground Melitta-cone coffee for me in the mornings.
Death to a Buffista means never having to say you're unemployed.
No wait, that's death to a Buffy cast member.
That is gorgeous, Jessica! I'm considering getting one of those one-cup pod machines. They make coffee so fast. I'm all about instant gratification.
That's what I love about my espresso machine, when it's working. It takes like a minute from stumbling into the kitchen to having espresso in hand. But it's stopped pressurizing properly, or something, and now I am coffee-less.
Speed is a HUGE part of my Melitta cone love. (And why I finally replaced my stovetop kettle with an electric one -- hot water NOW!)
Me, I am hungover. Ish. My head does not hurt, but I am simultaneously starving, and having my tummy go "you want to put FOOD in here? After all that ALCOHOL? Are you NUTS?". Sigh.
And my boss just called going "You're coming in today, right? Right? Where are you?". BOO.