Caffy - My new best friend
Ok, everybody take one step back. I’ve just made a new best friend. Her name is Caffy. She’s Italian, I picked her during a Black Friday sale, and her life’s purpose is making espressos. Sure, the conversations don’t exactly flow, but there’s always a steady stream of life‑giving caffeine. Caffy has taught me many things—like how to sleep with my eyes open, and how to hear my own heartbeat while at rest.
I have a few friends who deserve honorable mention on my Java juice journey:
Ewen - Many decades ago he told me he didn’t trust anyone in the office that wasn’t heavily caffeinated. Without a jolt of brain juice you just aren’t being as productive as you should be. Sadly, I didn’t truly accept his wisdom at the time. But looking back years later it’s clear that I didn’t trust myself back then.
Rob W. - After a night of wobbly pops we went to the local greasy spoon where he instilled some words of wisdom that I will never forget: “Add enough sugar to anything and it will be good”. 300 million Americans can’t be wrong right? 1 coffee, 6 packs of sugar, and 4 creamers and I was hooked. Even better, refills are free! Nothing could make my Dutch heart happier. I made a new life-long friend that night. But our waitress? Not so much. After going through the restaurant's sugar reserves I’m sure she was happy to see us off.
Ewen Part II - Fast forward a quarter of a caffeinated century to October 2025. Place Melbourne Australia. I was visiting my mate who has a barista quality espresso machine at his pad. He taught me how a well balanced diet should include a flat white for morning medicine, cappuccino with a side of espresso for lunch, a latte for dinner, with plenty of trimethyl xanthine hydration breaks in between.
Shallin - I came back to Canada and I was having serious espresso withdrawal. My trusty old Keurig and its K-Cups just didn’t cut it. I was visiting a friend in Edmonton who offered me an espresso from his machine and that was the final straw. Ordered one on a black Friday sale as soon as I returned home.
So Ewen if you see a “gift” under your Christmas tree this year that is the shape and size of an espresso machine receipt. Well lets just say you earned it. :)
I have a few friends who deserve honorable mention on my Java juice journey:
Ewen - Many decades ago he told me he didn’t trust anyone in the office that wasn’t heavily caffeinated. Without a jolt of brain juice you just aren’t being as productive as you should be. Sadly, I didn’t truly accept his wisdom at the time. But looking back years later it’s clear that I didn’t trust myself back then.
Rob W. - After a night of wobbly pops we went to the local greasy spoon where he instilled some words of wisdom that I will never forget: “Add enough sugar to anything and it will be good”. 300 million Americans can’t be wrong right? 1 coffee, 6 packs of sugar, and 4 creamers and I was hooked. Even better, refills are free! Nothing could make my Dutch heart happier. I made a new life-long friend that night. But our waitress? Not so much. After going through the restaurant's sugar reserves I’m sure she was happy to see us off.
Ewen Part II - Fast forward a quarter of a caffeinated century to October 2025. Place Melbourne Australia. I was visiting my mate who has a barista quality espresso machine at his pad. He taught me how a well balanced diet should include a flat white for morning medicine, cappuccino with a side of espresso for lunch, a latte for dinner, with plenty of trimethyl xanthine hydration breaks in between.
Shallin - I came back to Canada and I was having serious espresso withdrawal. My trusty old Keurig and its K-Cups just didn’t cut it. I was visiting a friend in Edmonton who offered me an espresso from his machine and that was the final straw. Ordered one on a black Friday sale as soon as I returned home.
So Ewen if you see a “gift” under your Christmas tree this year that is the shape and size of an espresso machine receipt. Well lets just say you earned it. :)
Above is my old friend, the Keurig drip coffee machine, lamenting his life in exile and reminiscing about the bygone days of yore when he feasted daily on K‑cups.
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