So, a colleague brought in an espresso machine, a burr grinder, and some beans.
So, now I know how to make espresso.
Brilliant Idea: I need to setup an espresso bar beside a cardiologist’s office and take 10% of their profits. My EYEBALLS ARE VIBRATING.
Well, I’m one week into Giving Up Coffee and I’m doing great except for one thing: The Smell.
The heavenly smell of someone’s cup of fresh-brewed, freshly-ground, single source beans. Black coffee, with all the nuances of taste and flavor explodes inside my brain–the aroma and earthy tones, the notes of bitterness and clarity. It’s like the old bugs-bunny cartoons where the girl’s perfume would tease the hapless fop’s nose and drag him back to her mistress.
This is day 3 of me quitting coffee. I have splitting headaches and irritability. The smell of coffee itself is both arousing and sickening to me, because I can’t have any.
Why do this to myself? Really, it comes out of my reading of The Simple Living Guide by Janet Luhrs, who publishes Simple Living magazine.
A dense, wordy tome, the book talks about all sorts of way to simplify your life, live better, have lower stress, feel more fulfilled, be more “in the moment”. It’s about 100 pages worth of advice slopped into 400 pages of dull prose and hippy “case histories” about people who’ve applied these techniques. There are some gems there, but it’s work finding them.
