It was a day like any other. I had just dropped the kids off at school and was steering the car off on my way to work. Passing the side streets of our quiet residential neighborhood, I noticed the garbage truck was blocking the road up ahead. Now, I have no problem whatsoever with the garbage man, let’s be clear. But I was in no mood to be blocked on my way. With each garbage can he picked up and casually sauntered over to the truck (the truck was blocking all lanes of traffic), I felt my blood pressure rising. “Why is he going soooo slooow?” I also felt the familiar anxiety of not getting something you want, when you want it. And I really wanted it!

Finally, the truck turned the corner and I (and all of my fellow commuters) was finally able to stream along our way. Now you might think I was late for a business meeting or a power breakfast. Actually, not quite. Yes I was on my way to work, but I had to make a wee quick stop before that. To get you know what. The elixir of the gods. The brown dream. The warmth, oh the warmth of… espresso!

Yes, it was true. Somehow, somewhere along the way I had become an espresso addict. I was on my way to visit the best coffee shop in the South Bay. Truth be told, it wasn’t really a coffee shop at all, but a restaurant which also happened to wholesale coffee! I had discovered the motherload: a restaurant which had it’s own Dietrich roaster sitting right there on the restaurant floor! As the machine churned and churned whenever I visited on roasting days, I felt a security not unlike that I felt when wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold stay-at-home snow day as a child, my mother stroking my hair.

OK, maybe I’m taking this one a bit too far, but you get the idea. Espresso really is the good stuff, and I had become a daily drive-to-the-coffee-shop guy. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except that I noticed that it was really starting to put a dent in my pocketbook. I figured at $3.50 a pop (er, a pull?) I was easily spending 3.50 x 25 days (I didn’t work weekends) for a total of $87.50 per month. On a cup of coffee! Ouch! I figured there must be a better way, so I started investigating home espresso machines. I’m still in the process of looking for the perfect one, but as I evaluate them I’ll post a future article to let all my readers know what I’ve found. Until then, the addict will just need to remember to put gas in the tank the night before!

If there is coffee about, you can be sure that Doug is not far behind! To get all your espresso machine questions answered, EspressoBuddy.com is fine resource for shopping, as well as the occasional funny joke.

Author: Doug Fields
Article Source: EzineArticles.com
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