Yesterday my espresso machine died on me while I was making my morning coffee. Thankfully I’d already gotten the espresso part out of the way and had just started steaming the milk when the steamer suddenly stopped working. I thought that I’d run out of water, which I was weird since I used the same amount as usual, but I filled her up again and waited for the steam to start. I waited….and waited…and waited, but nothing happened. I was already late for work so I just heated my milk the old fashioned way, on the stove, poured it over the espresso and left everything as is.
In the evening, after I got back home from work I decided to give it another go…I’m one of those people who think that if you leave something alone long enough it magically
heals repairs itself and starts working again. But alas, it was still broken…how foolish of me to think it would repair itself that quickly…so I put it away (the last thing I need is a daily reminder that I have to use instant coffee again on the kitchen counter) until I can find someone who can fix it.
I’m already going through some severe “I need really good coffee” withdrawals, it’s only been a day, but I’m dreading a weekend without any proper coffee. I’m considering either just buying a new espresso machine or investing temporarily in a mocha pot (good luck finding one that isn’t super expensive in Jordan). And this is where I regret not buying that awesome mocha pot I found in IKEA when I was vacationing in the UAE. It was a little expensive but I didn’t get it because I stupidly thought I didn’t need one since, you know, I had an espresso maker that works just fine. Dammit! I’m an idiot.