Roast Schmoast

Apologies for taking so long to write another post. You see, it's just that I've had too much caffeine to sit still since Guille's birthday. Sure, I did my time as a barista in grad school. But all of those lofty principals of foam and crema were lost on me - I was too busy making silly candy bar inspired lattes with hoards of syrup for the masses. And when any of those pretentious types came around, I wanted to smack them for making high-quality demands in, essentially, a fast-food joint. Often times, I was more concerned about the bathroom and who was living in it that day.

So I never embraced coffee culture. You've probably noticed that one of the things I love about Argentina is the abundance of cafes - places where you must sit down to drink your coffee. Don't pretend you're too busy, just have a seat already. But Guille was tired of having to put on his pants every time he wanted a good coffee. So he got an espresso machine for his birthday. Nothing fancy, but it. makes. damn. good. coffee.

I'm not going to pretend to know enough to provide guidance on this topic, but I will mention that we got a DeLonghi machine with 15 BAR. It was a little bit of a splurge, but an affordable option down here. If you're interested in knowing more, Coffeegeek has too much information for all of your caffeine-induced web surfing needs.


And La Fazenda (Santa Fe y Pte. Roca) makes espresso blends that they'll grind for you. We're trying the house blend first, and it's really very good. So wake up! Roll out of bed, and make delicious coffee...pants free!