My Francis! Francis! walked out of my life this week and I darn near had to stifle back a tear or three. I loved making espresso and americanos in the morning and sipping up it’s dark, smooth, rich goodness.
I have now resorted to instant coffee from Starbuck’s. It’s passable for my morning coffee, but I will have to go the café once in a while for a proper coffee. Here’s my boyfriend’s response to my dire dilemna: “such delicate tastebuds”.