so for years I’ve prepared my coffee the old fashion way, using a french press. Peet’s coffee no less. in mexico. yeah, i learned that really bad, expensive habit from my mother, former head of marketing for none other then Peet’s. How do I get it here? I sneak it in my suitcase. Last time I went to LA, I came back with like 8 bags of beans. Yeah, it’s like that. But I’m digressing. Marcia introduced me to the espresso pot. the non-technical stove-top thing that makes espresso the old fashion way. I’m hooked. I can’t go back to my first love, the venerable, slightly breakable but beautifully elegant french press. The problem is it’s just too much water. We’re staying at my parents’ apartment here in Vallarta and today I woke up and thought about the nearest place I could go to get a real cappucino. My totally off-the-wall espresso junkie uncle, Timpson Seggerman, would be proud.
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