See this espresso machine? It was a gift from my parents when I was, oh, 16 or 17. I’ve been nursing my coffee addiction since I was about 14 years old, and when I was in my late teens a coffee shop opened in the next town over that sold (expensive) espresso drinks. They gave me this to offset what I was spending there, I think, out of my little paycheck from the pharmacy I worked at. Anyway, it was mothballed a year or two after I left for college, and sat in my folks’ cabinet until last year. My mom, in a cleaning frenzy, handed it to me. It then sat in my pantry until this last Monday. In Italy, I drank incredible (and wee-Americans make their drinks too large!) cappucinos and cafe every day, and I was hoping for a splashing return it. I bought some espresso at Trader Joe’s, and dug out my little machine.
But no matter how many times I rinsed it out–ran water through it–ran water and vinegar through it–it keeps kicking back little brown flakes. An investigation with a tiny reading lamp reveals what looks like some corrosion inside the well. It’s a shame, because it works beautifully, too. But I probably shouldn’t drink rust with every coffee, so I guess it’s time to move on.
I do have a birthday coming up with great speed, so Mr. Pea has suggested a little European stove-top espresso brewer. Be on the lookout for it in next month’s gadget reviews!