A couple of weeks ago, an espresso machine joined our family, temporarily.
What is there to confess about this, you might wonder?
What is not to love about a commercial espresso machine just showing up one day in your kitchen?
Well, I have 2 confessions, really.
Confession #1:
I didn’t want it to begin with. I thought it would take up too much counter space and be ugly and messy.
Confession #2:
Confession number one leads to confession number two, because as it turns out, I don’t hate it, not even a little bit.
Nathanael sometimes makes me an espresso with oat milk and honey upon my return from my morning run, and I like it a lot.
I’ve never felt more like a Mowrer.
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