My desire to buy a working food processor has so far been frustrated — there are so few on offer. It seems that either the Swiss don’t really need to process their food, or (more likely) they have other means of doing it (could it be — gasp — that they do it all manually? My North American brain balks at this thought).
Instead of food processors, this country is
rife stupid with espresso machines, like the one you see here. So we bought one.
Yes, you are correct that Stelian and I don’t usually drink coffee. But this makes me feel like I got more bang for my reimbursable-white-goods buck. It makes me feel more adult. It makes me feel more Swiss, too. Plus, even though we don’t drink coffee on the regular, we have a number of guests coming through who do. So, you can look forward to espresso on our patio. Say it with me: espresso al fresco!
But the machine had to be tested. Right? Right. The machine had to be tested. It came with a bunch of sample coffee capsules, and I made decaf coffee for us last night. We declared the machine to be working and the coffee to be good-tasting. But then, today, at the time that I usually make tea, the machine was kind of…looking at me. I reasoned that I hadn’t yet tested the normal coffee capsules.
There are reasons that I don’t drink coffee, including the fact that it tends to make me jittery and anxious. So, predictably, this afternoon after drinking the coffee I was unable to concentrate, yet feeling energetic to the point where I was googling marathons in Europe, and wanting to run them all. I then went for an overambitious run and completely exhausted myself and got a post-coffee headache.
So, our little friend here will have to run on decaf fuel until a more hardy specimen of person comes to visit. And Amsterdam, I will see you in October…but now that I’m off my coffee high, I think a half marathon will do.