As I sit here in my office reading this I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I want to chant
GO DAN GO. Just to push the buttons a bit more I was seduced by Jon's espressoporn as well. Last night it came to a head, I can't take it any longer, so out came my spare portafilter and off to the garage we went.
After a half hour of drilling, cutting, grind, sand, fine stone grind and polish (yes I may be a bit anal, but it looks like the PF was made that way vs. the hacked open with a chainsaw appearance of some other homemade PF's) I had my very own bottomless portafilter. I smiled with excitement, like a schoolboy picking up his first date. I eagerly ran inside and powered up the machine. Then I ran upstairs and woke up the wife, 'honey, where did you put the digital camera!' yea, you know where this is going don't you.
So I impatiently sat there watching Letterman wishing this thing would heat faster. Forty minutes, that is 2400 seconds and I felt every one, it is ready to go. Flush, grind, flush, dose, tamp, get on my knees and focus the camera and flip the lever. WoHoooow! Let the love flow, click, click, click goes the camera.
After the shot, I sit there and stare at the shot glass, my GOD! Look at that crema! Got to take another photo!
Of course that is not good enough; off I go to the laptop to create a
thread on CG to post my wonderful work of art. Then this morning I did the same thing, I was fifteen minutes late to work just because I wanted to take photos and stare at the extraction.
To Dan's comment about burning through more beans, I almost did the same thing. After that first pull, I sipped on the shot and thought, let's dump this one out and do it again! Alas, I spend too much time blending and roasting to just 'dump' shots.
I almost took photos of the process just to write another article for the swagfest. After Dan's post, I am glad I did not.
Hope this brings a chuckle to you.
ObieDan Canobi, may the Rosenthal be with you.
