Wednesday, 6 June 2012


I had planned on seeing the sights of Rome today but I can’t because I’m HOPPED THE FUCK UP on caffeine. I just want to jump around and dance and I’m pretty sure that’s frowned upon at the Vatican.

So how did this happen?

First, a little background on me. I need coffee. NEED it. Before coffee I’m a pleasant mix of stupid and bitchy. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to all of my fellow commuters. I stand by my point that you shouldn’t have a license, but all of the things I said about your mother were uncalled for.

Anyway, I woke this morning and wandered in to see my adventure partner staring at an odd contraption that was supposed to be our coffee maker. I only know it was for coffee because the night before our helpful landlady pointed to it and said, “For coffee.”

He was deep into his CSI investigative mode, staring at various bits and pieces and saying things like, “I think this part goes on a fire, due to the burn marks,” and “This bit smells like coffee. I think the grounds go in here.” Then we remembered that we have the Internet, and quickly solved the case.

The contraption we’re dealing with is called a moka pot. Wikipedia taught us how to make coffee in it, and we sampled what may be the most delicious beverage we’ve ever made. It is FANTASTIC! I thought to myself, “When in Rome,” and we had a cup or six. (Side note, I’m using the phrase “When in Rome” every time it could remotely make sense for the next four days.) Later, my adventure partner pointed out that this method of preparation results in a much higher caffeine content than the normal drip style.

It was about this time that all of the coffee caught up to me and my brain did something like this:

I intend to ride this high for as long as possible and then crash for an afternoon nap. Meanwhile, my adventure partner will write a guest post, sharing all of his research in the various types of coffee preparation. The man is nothing if not well researched. Peace out for now, I’m going to go run a few laps around the apartment.


  1. They had this in our villa in Greece and my roommate Bruce and I were there for a week before we realized this was a coffee pot.

  2. I wouldn't have known what it was had our host not pointed to it and said, "coffee pot." However, when I woke up and wanted coffee, I quickly realized that I had no clue how to use it. Thanks to YouTube I was quickly able to figure it out. The only type of coffee maker I haven't used is the aeropress, which I've heard good things about. It's next on my list.

  3. It's 3:42 a.m. Can't quite figure out why I'm not asleep...


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