Blogpost #2B


         Tenth grade marked the beginning of my coffee addiction. I would enjoy a large glass of coffee with milk every morning to start my day. I also relished the occasional cup of Cappuccino, Cafe Mocha, Espresso Macchiato, etc. Although drinking coffee with milk became a daily routine, I did not know how to make coffee. We had a regular brewer at home that required the simple 3-step procedure. Every time I attempted to make myself coffee, it would either be too strong or too watery. So yes, my mommy would make Pietro his coffee. Until one day I decided to study the practice of coffee brewing. To tell you the truth, my mother just ordered me to learn… so I obeyed her. 

          Pietro’s task of the year: make some damn good coffee. I was determined. Every day before school, I’d try. My mood at the time could have been described with inspiration and motivation. My mother showed me one last time how to perfect it! The bad thing was that I had to deal with weeks of drinking appalling coffee in the morning due to a little mistake in the process. After about 2 months, yes, 2 months, I began to taste my mom’s coffee in my own creation. “Wow” I thought, “this is indubitably worth the 2-month period of drinking sad coffee.”

          The next week my mom bought a Nespresso machine. It didn’t require the skill I had just learned- the skill that cost me weeks of consuming disappointing coffee. The new machine was much better than my mom’s coffee. Today if you ask me to make coffee, I’ll turn to you and say, “how do you do that?”

                                                   

    This symbolizes my objective. I wanted to get past the annoying and painful stage (trial and error) to achieve the brilliance that was my first own great cup of coffee.

 

This symbolizes the Nespresso machine. Some see it as a reward, and some see it as a waste of my time. Although it completely erased my memory of how to use a normal coffee brewer, I take it as a reward for trying my best.