My mom bought me this espresso maker when she came in town this weekend. I had mixed feelings. I love the idea of making my own mochas for shear, practical reasons like saving money and not going somewhere to get it. But I also like the ritual of going somewhere. And I like the taste of mochas that other people make. You know how cooking yourself something never tastes as good as someone else cooking for you? And getting a mocha breaks up my morning. And if you're a mom of three small kids- you get that.
Anyway- here she is:
The coffee cozy is made by my friend Booke at SoSheSews.esty.com. She makes the coolest stuff from recycled materials. She didn't ask me to plug her- but her stuff seriously rocks. So there.
And so all was good. I was enjoying my new found barista abilities until the little bitch
toasted to a crisp burned the living hell out of my wrist. How was I supposed to know you had to "release the pressure before removing lid?" Oh yeah, cause it's written ON the lid. I think I was dropped as a baby.
I burned my wrist and the top of my left hand. Hurt like a bitch! I had to keep ice on it all day long to avoid the stinging. I concocted an Ice Pack Stayer Onner with ice packs you put in kids lunches and medical tape. I looked like a retarded Rower Ranger. Thankfully my friend hooked me up with some pain killers. She gave me two and I had hoped to only need one and save the other one for a "rainy day" as my mother would say. No such luck. Needed both.
Here it is today. Much better!
And even with my injuries, I've made a couple mochas since with success. And I'm happy to say they are good and worthy of my love. Sorry Starbucks- I can no longer pay your utility bills every month.