Coffee Catastrophe

Okay, it probably doesn't merit the level of catastrophic, but when my espresso machine EXPLODED today, I certainly felt (for a moment) as though it did.

I mean, there I was, dripping sweat in this 90-degree-plus weather, preparing to mix an iced latte and go sit out on my new picnic table (ala craigslist) for some sun, when I heard this enormous BOOM followed by the distinct sound of rushing water and sizzling steam.

Damn you 30 dollar Mr. Coffee espresso machine... DAMN YOU!

I spent the next 1.5 hours scrubbing "white chocolate decadence" coffee grounds off of my walls, windowsills, and kitchen furniture. I then dumped a whole tray of generic kitty food (the horror!) into the trash, as it was dotted with glass shards from the espresso carafe.

Damn, damn, damn.

All I wanted was an iced latte...

And now I am dreaming of the multi-hundred-dollar-super-swanky-RED model of espresso machine I saw recently at Kitchen Window... sigh.

To top things off, I also (recently) shattered my (Ikea) french press carafe, so now I am left with the lowly Moka Pot, which sputters and splatters and all-around pisses me off.

Grrr.

Thank god for Cafe of the Americas.

Apparently there will soon be a coffeeshop in the Global Market at the Midtown Exchange as well, which is much closer to my house. This will serve me well in the event of future, er, mishaps.