If you love something, let it go. If it was meant to be, It'll come back to ya.Or so they say. It's been as many months as I can count on a hand, each morning devoid of a reason to rise, going through the motions only because I know that not getting up would be worse. Such utter emptiness. But I have finally come to terms with the sad fact that it doesn't matter how much I miss it. It's not comming back.
So I replaced it...
[Insert audio clip of Handel's Messiah here.]...with an exact duplicate...
[record scratch]
[Peaches and Herb's Reunited]...plus a few minor refinements: The Gaggia Classic. No more purposeless mornings. No more long hours in front of my web browser surfing espresso porn on YouTube, where the "crotchless portafilter" seems to be a popular kink.
No more.
I'm taking the breakfast ritual back home, where the homemade granola is. Far, far away from the dangerous lifestyle I had fallen into.
[Dire Straits' Expresso Love: "...it's another one; just like the other one."]
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an upgrade is even better than a duplicate! You can't return to the past, but you can indeed build on it ...
Alas, differences are too minor to be considered an upgrade. The milk frother attachment was re-designed -- instead of being a 2-piece metallic unit, it's plastic and has like 5 or more parts. I'm not sure what to think of it yet. Seems harder to keep clean. Other than that the only difference that I can tell is that it has a brushed metal finish instead of polished.
It's a great machine: just complex enough to do a great job, but no more.
I was looking at fully-automated machines in a catalog -- one button, it grinds beans, doses the filter basket, tamps it, pulls the shot, and knocks the puck out into an internal disposal basket. Yikes...that's so many parts that could break. And it would cost fifteen hundred bucks or more. Way past what I could justify just by replacing my current $5-per-day habit.
Nice...I use a camping espresso maker.
Yup, I'm ghetto times.
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