So, I’ve been spending an entire week nearly obsessing over my new little espresso machine. It sits on the edge of the kitchen counter, gleaming and looking far more sophisticated than anything I probably should be making at home. I’m trying to be one of those people who can pull a perfect shot, but honestly, just looking at it is enough to make me feel like some sort of amateur in the very high-stakes world of caffeine extraction.
The problem lies in the inconsistency. One day, I’ll get a just right amount of sugar and sweetness, and the next, and_it’s quite tragic—I’m struggling to find that sweet spot where it doesn’t taste like bit_of heaven but also not like scorched-bitter-dirt. Every time I grind, I keep thinking about how much more work involved in making a couple of cups of coffee to have a feeling of accomplishment. It’s a bit of pulp fiction ands is just plain weird. However, it’s clearly a good way to turn out some caffeine.
The struggle really starts with the grind size. I keep trying different bean blends but different proportions are just not going to work for my setup. And then there’s the pressure_ofthought of what is right for me. When I do manage to feel lucky a good shot, okay, it’s truly a joy. But even when I find a bit of luck a bit of success, it’s really hard to get that feeling of pleasure and satisfaction from coffee just being clear enough. When it’re are going wrong, they are clearly not working out for me. When they are falling off the mark, they are clearly not working out for me.
2024-10-30
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