I love watching old puck violently purged over the grounds bin and the basket refilled with a fresh mound of ground coffee. I love watching that twist of the of the wrist as the tamper is pressed then quickly withdrawn from a perfectly flat earthy brown disk. I love watching those mice tails of espresso […]
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A rush of water fills the basket then stops, silent for a moment. The gaps seems to last forever. Then it starts again, the pressure building, the hot water teasing out the oils with their precious flavors. Next a little trickle, chance deciding which side will appear first before becoming a wriggling pair of golden […]
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