Yes. I must, finally, write about coffee.
If you’ve visited our Cafe Press store (http://cafepress.com/ragingmagmalife), you will know – well, ok, you’d have to have poked around there a bit, too – that we have pre-coffee-stained apparel. You may also know that this is because coffee flies to white t-shirts – on me, at least – like moths to a flame. Like dogs to squirrels. Like cats to the laps of those allergic. Like the buttered side of toast to the floor. Like – well, you get the idea, perhaps. And so, I figured, why not just take the uncertainty out of it all? Why not just put it right on there, with my proud declaration of loyalty?
But here’s what I didn’t put on there. Not just any coffee will do. No. I don’t pretend to be a connoisseur by any means; but I have figured out what I like, and I had rather not have coffee at all than have something that doesn’t fulfill my particular desire. I don’t care about the caffiene, or the temperature, or many other things. But it pretty much has to be dark roast, and made in a macchinetta, or moka, and it has to have a milk product in it with sufficient milk fat to make the flavor roll around in my mouth for a while. (There are a few other things, too – but really, how much does the world need to know about my coffee preferences? The thing about the shirt was probably more than enough.) If the coffee meets all those picky little requirements, it brings me a ridiculous, all’s-right-with-the-world-for-this-moment amount of tasting pleasure.
And just recently, a friend brought me from Italy a one-cup macchinetta, which makes just enough for one espresso cup – and makes it perfectly. That, in the bright orange or bright yellow espresso cup (also from Italy), is so absolutely perfectly the right amount of the right flavor in the right presentation… But I’m straying into too much information again.
Here’s the important thing to know: with a macchinetta, if someone else has left any coffee in it (I, of course, would never do that), it is extremely – extremely – easy to splash coffee on one’s shirt. And it is worth every single, unremovable spot.