I actually gave my espresso machine away too. Just too much trouble, I think.
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
That is a gorgeous machine, Jess.
I am trying to decide if I want to scavange for breakfast type food here, or go up and get food that someone else makes and brings me. I wish the latter didn't involve getting dressed and other people.
or go up and get food that someone else makes and brings me. I wish the latter didn't involve getting dressed and other people.
Have it delivered! You can answer the door in a bathrobe. t /enabler