Gathering the Gun Powder



Isn't it just devilishly delish looking?

 BAM! Yes, BAM! Feeling the heat yet? Because I am. The searing sound as the coffee machine grinds the espresso beans into a perfect powder... the powder is measured to perfection, pressed, and then set. A clink is heard, the machine rumbles like a hungry belly and steam issues from its pours. A second clink is heard and the liquid brown gold pours out. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, its judgment time!

After a week of recovery, pills, and sharp pain, I am ready to return to work and ready to begin my quest! I have decided to shape myself up for body and have a little "taste test". When a jug of coffee has surpassed its time (65 minutes max), and passed around the kitchen to those thirsty before it is dumped down the drain, cleaned and then ready to be replenished. I will bravely pour myself a dabber of coffee and taste- SANS milk, SANS sugar, and SANS cream. Naked, if you may! It's all for the better; coffee in its purest of forms!

Cheers!