We have a new kitchen monster. It makes scary sounds and generates clouds of steam. It is comfortable with connecting deadly components, such as water and electricity. It smells. A lot. And that smell forces us to run, run as fast as we can…
…towards kitchen. To get a fresh cup of filtered coffee.
Yes, we bought a filtered coffee machine. I couldn’t resist the habit of drinking tasty coffee at home, after I’ve been addicted to it in the office, Starbucks, and even at some of my friend’s. Instant coffee just doesn’t cut it anymore, and Cyprus coffee is too tedious to make.
I know that filtered coffee is as bad for me as unfiltered, but I just can’t resist the temptation of hot, tasty, aromatic energy fix. That’s beyond my will power…