Expresso my love for Nespresso

I've long considered myself a caffeine addict. After discovering the wonder of the cafe con leche as an 18-year-old venturing around Ecuador with my pops, I've never taken a hiatus from coffee. Well, there was a three-day cleanse I did prior to my wedding. I remember giving a private lesson and I was struggling to construct a sentence. "Bring elbow high to...and fingertips...here." I resorted to acting things out since my instructions were indecipherable. Aside from syntax dilemmas I had a persistent pounding headache. Yep, I was having withdrawals.

Now, look upon the sculptural contraption below which is our Nespresso machine. I'm sure every dose tastes a bit better to me because of our Nespresso's svelte design. I'm one of those people who can be so enthralled by awesome ambiance at a restaurant, I will not remember the food was mediocre. But I do not want my review to lose credibility, so forget I said that.

 

Our Nespresso was our first wedding gift from Matt's Aunt Beatrice and Uncle Jan. Beatrice is from Switzerland, so it was appropriate that her gift was a product of the homeland. If you are getting married or having a baby, I urge you to add this to your registry. If a baby doesn't justify a double or triple espresso, I do not know what does. Register for the capsules too because they're $1/pod. Sounds expensive, but it's cheaper than an americano anywhere else. Capsules come in a wide variety and have numerical ratings based on how much caffeine they're packing. Twelve being the most potent. Varieties have colorful descriptions that did not help me much like "woody, spicy, & intense" or "malted cereal notes." Now that I'm a Nespresso afficionado, I totally understand these sophisticated descriptors. Not! I choose mine based on my level of fatigue and proceed to love every sip of that woody, spicy, fruity, cerealy goodness. That little cylinder behind the dispenser is a milk frother. A truly magical utility if you're a passionate hot beverage drinker. At Christmastime I froth eggnog for my hot cocoa. Oh my decadence. You don't like eggnog? Your loss...of superfluous caloric deliciousness. I won't pressure you to get hooked because you're probably better off without it. But you know what you are not better off without? Nespresso! 

Ain't she pretty? Guys can have shiny cars, I'll admire this beaut.