sabato 17 novembre 2012

For the Love of Coffee


I have a secret that I am shy to admit and it is this: I now like espresso more than American coffee. I know, I need to have my American citizenship taken away from me. My father has already said that I am not American anymore. How did this happen you might ask? I have been religiously drinking (flavored) American coffee out of my high tech Braun coffee maker since moving here almost four years ago. My in-laws were nice enough to buy it for me for my birthday the first year I moved here because I was panicking without a way to make my favorite coffee. And then my parents and my best friend started sending me my favorite coffee flavors so I could continue to enjoy a tradition of drinking coffee that I have been practicing all my life. Then one day, I guess it was about a few months ago now, I finally admitted to myself that I like espresso more than American coffee. American coffee now tastes weak to me.

A good strong espresso with a touch of hot milk now seems 'normal'. I have a cappuccino in the morning (espresso with a bit more milk and lots of 'froth'), a 'macchiato' after lunch (an espresso with just a small amount of warm milk) and now sometimes after dinner, I will have a 'caffé normale' (regular espresso without milk, and a little bit of sugar). I read somewhere that Italians believe that espresso 'closes' the stomach after a meal. And I believe that too now. After I have had my espresso, I feel like I am done eating...like I can turn the eating machine off and just relax. This comes in handy when I am dieting and trying to avoid dessert...I will just order an espresso. Of course if we are out in a group, I will order my espresso after everyone else has finished their dessert because Italians, if you recall, do not think you should drink your coffee WITH your dessert. I think this has something to do with the 'closing of the stomach' belief for how can you close your stomach while you are simultaneously shoving food down it?

After awhile, things start to come together and make sense or maybe it's just me? Am I slowly becoming Italian...one espresso at a time?

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