Coffee has been the constant love in my life for the last 20 years. Now suddenly we are being torn apart to live on separate sides of the table … the last instructions from my hot surgeon as he turned to walk into the sunset. To help work through the grieving process, I organised a farewell Tribute to Coffee; sipping moorish espressos and lattes one last time at my favourite cafes around town. I wore black.
I was first introduced to espresso in my late 20’s when working for illy caffe in New Zealand. After years of marketing Jif, Handy Andy, Vegemite and Philadelphia Cream, it was like stepping off the pavements onto the catwalk. Everyone was Italian, with lots of arm waving, crazy Vespa driving, impeccable style and always an espresso cup in hand. Every espresso had to be perfect, no matter who it was for. Optimum temperature, tamper level, grind, extraction time, crema depth, cup temperature and height to the millimeter. If not, “throw it away!” Unsurprisingly I picked up this contagious obsessive love for coffee perfection. To this day, if the coffee isn’t right, “send it back!” Friends and family have been driven under the table with my constant round robin of coffees. But coffee is such a lovely experience, why waste the moment? ...Read more...
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