Coffee as a drug, stuff white people like, and Dr. Ro-box-o

A cloudy day makes me tired, pretty much 100% of the time. Lately my Bialetti Brikka, otherwise known as the best stovetop espresso maker, hasn’t been running too smoothly. When the H is O (the heat is on), the “safety” valve starts to leak steam and I have to hold it in with various kitchen utensils. Small spoons work the best due to their rigidity, but I have been using flimsy metal spatulas, sharp Henckels paring knives - pretty much anything within arm’s reach when the steam starts spilling out of the happiness machine.

See valve, left side of base - ya, it needs replacement.

Gotta keep that steam in there, otherwise the pressure cap won’t pop and the perfect espresso con crema will not appear. My kitchen untensils have been working fairly well until recently, when trying to brew some espresso, steam started going in all directions out of the valve and I barely got a half-shot out of the poor bugger.

So I kind of feel like a train engineer trying to get the little engine that could up and over the hill. Except the engine that could is blowing steam everywhere and Collin doesn’t feel comfortable staying in the kitchen “Dude, that thing is gonna explode.”

So all in all, I take the little steam engine apart and decide I need a new valve. However, I did manage to get a nice cup ‘o espresso out of her today. Hence, bloggage.

Oh, and the “Stuff white people like” is a random blog I saw while logging in today. There was a post on whether to allow children to drink wine or not to help reduce binging when they get older. A bit disappointing in terms of content, but I read it.

Hey, look at my amazing breakfast –>

Green peppers, bacon, spinach, sauteed mushrooms, eggs and you have a worthy skillet.

And on that note, it’s time to get on my TT bike and get my ride in.  Then it’s over to the remodel to install the venting through the attic for the badass stainless steel hood.

Maybe after the Koppenburg this weekend, a bunch of us can get together and play “Dr. Roboxo.”  It’s like Edward 40-hands, but instead of 40’s, you have a box of wine taped to each your hands. Thank you Ryan Hamity for coining that term, funny stuff.