Head Space Daily Words...

There are few things in life as pleasurable as brewing your own stove top espresso, in one of those Italian style espresso makers; and the one we've just acquired is a beautiful little, single shot number. The taste experience beats your high street coffee chains and most other cafes hands down. I can remember being able to get a really good coffee in the Portuguese cafes on Stockwell Road but the times when you find a perfect cup are few and far between. From unscrewing the shiny silver contraption, to adding the water in the bottom chamber, then placing the perforated funnel inside the lower section and piling in the ground coffee, the process is a beautiful thing. After screwing the machine back together and placing it on the heat, you wait for the action to begin, for the steaming brown liquid to splutter and roar into life, flooding the upper chamber, sending your senses wild with delirium as the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits, rendering you momentarily high. Then you take that first sip and it is pure bliss. Well, I don't know about you but that's what happens in my kitchen in the morning, whenever I get the opportunity...